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ATUNO LANTE	APPROACH OF AUTUMN
Miyamoto Masao	trans. Will Firth (from Esperanto)
Atuno lante, sed certe - e matenoj figojn manante... Atuno friska skuetas kortan arbon, ha, lun’ jam diska! Atun’ reciklis kun morto de lokustoj, marond’ ekviglis. Atuna rampo i-borde lantas kaj mi kun kor’ de trampo. Aleo popla kun mil paseraj pepoj - refreo obla. Aleo ginka per or’ min rejunigas e l’ suno sinka.	Approach of autumn - the fallen figs are mellow, the leaves turn auburn. Autumnal breezes now rustle trees in courtyards, the full moon pleases. Returning autumn brings death to swarms of locusts. The wild sea - awesome. These isles I ponder in autumn’s gradual riot, now I must wander. Vast sparrow chorus in avenue of poplars means succour for us. The golden sunset in avenue of gingkoes rejuvenates us yet.