44. Yamato-take Turns into a White Bird
لا توجد ترجمة في لغتك حتى الآن — تظهر اللغة الإنجليزية
1Thereupon [his] Empresses and likewise [his] august children, who dwelt in Yamato, all went down and built an august mausoleum, and, forthwith crawling hither and thither in the rice-fields encompassing [the mausoleum], sobbed out a Song, saying:
2“The Dioscorea quinqueloba crawling hither and thither among the rice-stubble, among the rice-stubble in the rice-fields encompassing [the mausoleum] ….”
3Thereupon [the dead prince], turning into a white dotterel eight fathoms [long], and soaring up to Heaven, flew off towards the shore. Then the Empresses and likewise the august children, though they tore their feet treading on the stubble of the bamboo-grass, forgot the pain, and pursued him with lamentations. At that time they sang, saying:
4“Our loins are impeded in the plain [overgrown with] short bamboo-grass. We are not going through the sky, but oh! we are on foot.”
5Again when they entered the salt sea, and suffered as they went, they sang, saying:
6“As we go through the sea, our loins are impeded,—tottering in the sea like herbs growing in a great river-bed.”
7Again when [the bird] flew and perched on the seaside, they sang, saying:
8“The dotterel of the beach goes not on the beach, but follows the seaside.”
9These four Songs were all sung at [Yamato-take’s] august interment. So to the present day these Songs are sung at the great august interment of a Heavenly Sovereign. So [the bird], flew off from that country, and stopped at Shiki in the land of Kafuchi. So they made an august mausoleum there, and laid [Yamato-take] to rest. with that august mausoleum was called by the name of the “August-Mausoleum of the White-Bird. Nevertheless the bird soared up thence to heaven again, and flew away.
WEBREATH · 11:11
«مِن الضبابِ الحَقِّ لأنفاسِها وُلِدَتْ آلهةٌ» — نيهون شوكي 1:7
النَّفَس واحد للجميع: به يحيا كل إنسان، أيًّا كان وبأي شيء آمن. كل يوم في الساعة 11:11 بالتوقيت المحلي يتوقف الناس ستين ثانية، يتنفسون ويشكرون الله على النَّفَس، كلٌّ بكلماته، وكلٌّ في داخله. في هذه الدقيقة نحن نَفَسٌ واحد.
WEBREATH — الدقيقة في 11:11 بتوقيتك المحلي — نحن نَفَسٌ واحد