A Song of Old
There is such a song somewhere in Japan:
Says a warrior to the smith: Forge me skillfully a sword. Make the blade light as a zephyr upon the water, make it as long as a ripe ear of corn in the field, quick and flexible as a snake, full of flashes, as of a thosuand eyes, smooth as silk, and fine as the thread of a spider's web, and cold and pitiless as pain...
— And what shall there be on the hilt?
On the hilt, my good man — says the warrior of Japan — engrave for me a herd of sheep, a flowing stream, a cherry tree, a house close by, and a woman nursing a child .
Such a song there is somewhere in Japan .
Says a warrior to the smith: Forge me skillfully a sword. Make the blade light as a zephyr upon the water, make it as long as a ripe ear of corn in the field, quick and flexible as a snake, full of flashes, as of a thosuand eyes, smooth as silk, and fine as the thread of a spider's web, and cold and pitiless as pain...
— And what shall there be on the hilt?
On the hilt, my good man — says the warrior of Japan — engrave for me a herd of sheep, a flowing stream, a cherry tree, a house close by, and a woman nursing a child .
Such a song there is somewhere in Japan .
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