tear his eyes away from it, so he left them there. Let him tell you what he saw.
The Blind Soldier:
I beheld it as a single golden and fiery flower, and then I saw no more.
Second Disabled Soldier:
And what do you see now?
The Blind Soldier:
My eyes—I see only my eyes.
Second Disabled Soldier:
And what do you feel?
The Blind Soldier:
A song.
The Crowd:
Sing to us, blind man. Sing about the Land of Hopes.
The Blind Soldier:
I will sing about those who served under Elan Chol.
The Crowd:
Elan Chol’s company.
First Disabled Soldier:
He’s one of that company. Sing now!
The Blind Man:
We served under Elan Chol the renowned.
“Long live our captain!” the hundred of us said.
He went ahead,
Seeking for death on the battle-ground.
Elan Chol, by him we were led,
And those hundred lads of his are around.
