With the vision under his arm
Machito the major of the village creeps out,
he creeps out in the night
and starts in the moonlight
in a world lacking order,
And bumps his leg on a stone in the face of the earth
and guides the stone,
and then bumps his leg on the root in face of the earth,
and guides the root,
and then bumps his leg on the hedgehog in the face of the earth
and will guide the hedgehog,
and on a large rock
unmistakably finds the new location,
and fences it off with the traditions
and gives permission to the people for settling there.
A Hopi poem by a Hungarian writer
Translated from Hungarian by me
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