ヨミ・バーテンさんへ　to Yomi Banten

https://youtu.be/9beMtUKgf0Y?si=mM5tKMxZsbwQTjJn&t=410

The tanned African youth holds the yellow goblet,
full of palm wine;
poorest of poor, medicine-lacking country,
music-bare and drama-less, days were spent gazing at the soil
hardly arable; nathless there is no complaint.
with his giant nostrils inhaling the wafting aroma of the beverage
most regally,
he riddlingly proposes:
"Ah Palm wine,
You make me good,
and makes me feel good also."
richest of rich. blessing of Zarathustra's patience,
be upon this noble hermit-prince.
In the dimly lit land of Africa,
was made the image of God---the sufferer in joy
Dionysos,
from secret sorrow of Man.

("When I see palm-wine, I…
it makes me good.
I feel good.")
I was so touched by his most wonderful inborn poetry, made so expressive of truly natural human substance.
full of poet's date-honey's sweet fermentation.

May light of humanity,
transform all rocks and sand of the desert into green oasal music.
While unflinchingly mortal scions of Orc face the ugly truth that is the real life.