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23. Das Werben der Gottheit der Achttausend Speere

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1This Deity-of-Eight-Thousand-Spears, when he went forth to woo the Princess of Nuna-kaha in the land of Koshi, on arriving at the house of the Princess of Nuna-kaha sang, saying:

2“[I] His Augustness the Deity-of-Eight-Thousand-Spears, having been unable to find a spouse in the Land of the Eight Islands, and having heard that in the far-off Land of Koshi there is a wise maiden, having heard that there is a beauteous maiden, I am standing [here] to truly woo her, I am going backwards and forwards to woo her. Without having yet untied even the cord of my sword, without having yet untied even my veil, I push back the plank-door shut by the maiden; while I am standing [here], I pull it forward. While I am standing [here], the nuye sings upon the green mountain, and [the voice of] the true bird of the moor, the pheasant, resounds; the bird of the yard, the cock, crows. Oh! the pity that [the] birds should sing! Oh! these birds! Would that I could beat them till they were sick! Oh! swiftly-flying heaven-racing messenger, the tradition of the thing, too, this!”

3“Thine Augustness the Deity-of-Eight-Thousand-Spears! Being a maiden like a drooping plant, my heart is just a bird on a sand-bank by the shore; it will now indeed be a dotterel. Afterwards it will be a gentle bird; so as for thy life, do not deign to die. Oh! swiftly-flying heaven-racing messenger! the tradition of the thing, too, this!”

4“When the sun shall hide behind the green mountains, in the night [black as] the true jewels of the moor will I come forth. Coming radiant with smiles like the morning sun, [thine] arms white as rope of paper-mulberry-bark shall softly pat [my] breast soft as the melting snow; and patting [each other] interlaced, streching out and pillowing [ourselves] on [each other’s] jewel-arms,—true jewel-arms,—and with outstretched legs, will we sleep. So speak not too lovingly, Thine Augustness the Deity-of-Eight-Thousand-Spears! The tradition of the thing, too, this!”

5Quamobrem eâ nocte non coierunt, sed sequentis diei nocte auguste coierunt.

Quelle: Kojiki · Basil Hall Chamberlain (1882) · Wikisource

WEBREATH · 11:11

«Aus dem wahren Nebel ihres Atems wurden Götter geboren» — Nihongi 1:7

Der Atem ist einer für alle: von ihm lebt jeder Mensch, wer er auch sei und woran er auch glaube. Jeden Tag um 11:11 Uhr Ortszeit halten Menschen sechzig Sekunden inne, atmen und danken GOTT für den Atem — jeder mit seinen eigenen Worten, jeder in sich selbst. In dieser Minute sind wir Ein Atem.

WEBREATH — die Minute um 11:11 Uhr, Ihre Ortszeit — wir sind ein Atem