Elegy -
Purananuru 232
Let day, let night, come no more.
Let all my days come to nothing.
We have put peacock feathers
on his headstone
and poured bark-wine
in little bowls for him:
will he accept them,
who didn't accept a whole country
of mountain peaks?
Let day, let night, come no more.
Let all my days come to nothing.
We have put peacock feathers
on his headstone
and poured bark-wine
in little bowls for him:
will he accept them,
who didn't accept a whole country
of mountain peaks?
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