What Her Friend Said to the foster-mother
Ainkurunuru 201ÔÇô210
Bless you, Mother, listen.
She climbs the round garden rock
that reeks
of the meat of sacrifice,
she looks at the flowering hilltops
of his country,
and she stands there forever
in her sapphire jewels:
only in this way
will her sickness
find its remedy.
Bless you, Mother, listen.
She climbs the round garden rock
that reeks
of the meat of sacrifice,
she looks at the flowering hilltops
of his country,
and she stands there forever
in her sapphire jewels:
only in this way
will her sickness
find its remedy.
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