The day-- all shades of sand

Adornments-- rusted beads

So as not to haggle with a beggar

about a pail from Thebes or the Mount of Kadam

you need to become a barbarian

 

The evening. People gather.

They sit where they please

It's no longer necessary to look for shade.

Companions keep switching between

semi sweet red

and semi sweet white

Their wrinkles flowing,

like roads,

will sing

"Soon it''ll begin."