image. That night, Night Eagle was going to get out of his hearts, all the affections and passions that he felt for that yearned and at the same time unknown village. That night, under the bright moon, as a nocturnal sun, Night Eagle renounced to his village, to his name, his past. He had decided to get rid of all feelings, from all ideas and wanted to merge with the whole; with the night, the wind and the moon. He knew that never again would he drop a single tear, over nothing in this wonderful and terrifying profane world. After that night, his spirit would be free from earthly ties.
When daylight began to cautiously show up at the east, behind the mountains, Night Eagle headed to the grounds of the House of measure, converted into a night wind, which repeated a verse as a chorus.
"I only look for you, our father giver of life:
I am suffering: are you our friend,
let's talk your beautiful words to one another,
say why I am sad:
I search for the delight of your flowers,
the joy of your songs, your wealth!
They say in good place, in the sky,
There is general life, there is joy:
Drums are upright:
Perpetual is the singing that dissipates
our tears and our sadness:
is where they live, it is their home:
hopefully you thus knew, Oh warriors!"
"Will only my heart leave
as the flowers that perished?
Will my name be nothing one day?
Will my fame be nothing on earth?
At least flowers, at least the chants!
How will my heart do it?
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