Are you asleep, brother?
The night has cooled.
Into the cold,
Silvery shimmer,
Have sunk the tops,
of giant,
blue mountains.
It’s clear and quiet.
And one can hear, with a rumble,
rolling into an abyss,
A loose boulder.
And one can see,
Under the clouds,
Walking on a remote,
bare cliff,
a small wild goat.
Are you asleep, brother?
Thicker and thicker,
Turns the color of the midnight sky,
Brighter and brighter,
The planets burn.
Menacingly,
Glimmers in the darkness,
The sword of Orion.
Arise, brother!
From the castle ,
Of an invisible lute,
the airy singing,
Was brought and carried away by fresh wind.
Arise, brother!
In response,
The piercingly-sharp
Sound of the copper horn
Thrice rang out in the mountains.
And thrice,
The eagles woke in their nests.