Constellations

[Aichi]

 

Constellations

 

The stars rise up to the sky

and draw pictures of animals

 

How deep were they once,

the nameless heaven’s lights?

 

They pitch again a tent

and superimpose onto our lids

 

There is no longer pain …

 

There will only be a laugh to ring out,

which is carried by hands of amicability