The Last Eagle Hunters of Mongolia
乾いた大地を駆けるキツネ
頭を耳を、体を、そちらへと向ける
その一瞬、空から降り刺さった、鷹の爪
相まみれて、その軌跡が灰色の大地
漆黒の瞳が
じっとそのときをまつ
片翼ほどの尻尾が宙を捲いた
“All the unpleasant things disappear
It radiates energy to me
and I leave all my worries, all my pain behind.
Everything - my family, my herd, my animals…
I live in that moment.
Am I going to see a fox?
Will my eagle wrestle it down?
Aside from that, I don’t think about anything.
I feel free.”