What Her Friend Said Criticizing Him to Give Her Strength

Kuruntokai 394

The drum-footed black elephant's calf,

its crown still soft,
runs and plays
with the gypsy woman's boys,
their bodies all tiny joints,
boys from the seaside
where liquor is plentiful;

is sweet one day
but devours their millet the next:

so too, his games and laughter
turn to hate.
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