Widows' Rice
Purananuru 248
The little white lilies,
poor things,
gave me tender leaf
to wear, when I was young.
Now, my great husband is dead,
I eat at untimely evening hours
and the lilies give me lily seed,
a widow's rice.
The little white lilies,
poor things,
gave me tender leaf
to wear, when I was young.
Now, my great husband is dead,
I eat at untimely evening hours
and the lilies give me lily seed,
a widow's rice.
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