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Tell me, good lord
Sitting so quietly
The end of you journey
What did it bring us?
The spotted heads
Of ferocious tigers
To make carpets out of them, their skins.
On the hills
Between the fourth and the fifth month
I went hunting
All alone.
And so it was that with my heart lodged in my throat
I was ambushing the deer
And instead came the stag
That stopped before me.
And so it was that with my heart lodged in my throat
I was ambushing the deer
And instead came the stag
That stopped before me.
"I lament my fate,
I'll soon be dead
And so this gift
I will offer you:
These majestic antlers
My good lord
From my ears you will be able do drink.
A clear mirror
My eye will be for you,
With my hair
You will make brushes for yourself.
If my flesh will be food for you,
My skin will warm you
And it will be my liver
That will give you courage.
And so it will be, good lord,
That the body of your old servant
Seven times will be fruitful,
Seven times will bloom."
Tell me, good lord
Sitting so quietly
The end of you journey
What did it bring us?
What did it bring us?
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