1. And on a night of darkest night I raised its brightness
With fuel for the piercing flames kindled bright

2. And pitch-dark anger over meat aroused
Eyes from guests not lightly closed

3. When the mother of kindling is fed she flickers
As flickers the mother of preserved wood

4. When we plug its openings with kindling
Each passer sees its light unquenched

5. And a passer whom you killed his hunger with one blow
Came to us bringing swords with honed blade

6. On the shank of spindly wood we made his dinner
Branches from hot spear wood made bare

7. And a knocker in the night who came legs leading
To me, years of my fire and accustomed hound

8. And one who barks I lit my fire to his voice
With no wandering moon or scattered light

9. And a fire we raised for one seeking shelters
On overlook above the land kindled