I still stick to my old view.
The location we arranged for the dead.
Foretelling the eternal sleep of the soul.
The ancients in this place were not like this-
Once the Indians leave this world,
I am sitting with my relatives and friends again.
Share the feast of joy again.
Bird ornaments, painted bowls.
Venison for the road.
Explain the characteristics of that soul—
Its activities are endless.
His bow can be filled at any time.
The arrow with the stone arrow—
This only means that life has left him.
But the original idea has not changed.
Stranger, you should come here.
But don't wrong the dead-
Take a closer look at this raised grass mound,
And said they were sitting instead of lying down.
There is a tall rock left,
Although mottled by rain.
(you can see this with a fine eye)
The imagination of primitive people
And a tall old elm tree.
In its far-reaching shadow
The shepherd likes it as always.
The children in the forest are playing.
There are often restless Indian queens.
This is a folded pale Sheba.
And many savage images.
Scold the people who live there
I saw his hunting clothes all over.
At midnight, the moon is bright and heavy
The hunter is still chasing the deer.
But this hunter and deer are ghosts.
Tattooed chief, sharp spear point
A timid imagination will look for a long time.
Reason itself will bend its knees to it
In front of all kinds of ghosts and visions