o fire, my brother, i sing victory to you.

you are the bright red image of fearful freedom.

you swing your arms in the sky, you sweep your impetuous fingers across the harp-string, your dance music is beautiful.

when my days are ended and the gates are opened you will burn to ashes this cordage of hands and feet.

my body will be one with you, my heart will be caught in the whirls of your frenzy, and the burning heat that was my life will flash up and mingle itself in your flame.