After the harvest, grains fill the granaries
And it's time for story-telling
We surround the brick fireplace
Inexhaustible knowledge and wisdom to embrace.
Crackling firewood, the fire consumes
Flickering flame, we keep ourselves warm
As the story-teller pauses in between long sentences;
The motion of the motionless words,
The sagging cheeks of his long, thin face
Move to capture our imagination.
The star-sprinkled sky...
Darkness on forlorn expanse of barren plains
As we hear of the intangible, unquestionable qualities
The ancient possessed to ward off calamities,
Of the rain-making rituals and dances
Inexhaustible knowledge and wisdom we embrace.
We owe the old man poised silence
As his silhouette narrates...
His gaze shifts to the reed fence
With a warrior instinct to detect an encroaching enemy;
He smiles with an air of polite dismissiveness,
Making an effort to hide his disappointment
In today's generation, nevertheless...
Inexhaustible knowledge and wisdom we embrace!