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Wysłany: Śro 13:14, 23 Lut 2011 Temat postu: But to thee it was not granted
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summer
Must not harm my harmless creatures.
Go around the scented meadows
Amble through the milky pastures
From the tones of bells and shepherds.
should the herd be on the mountain
Go thou quickly to the marshes;
Should my cattle browse the lowlands
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Sleep thou then within the thicket;
Should they feed upon the uplands
Thou must hasten to the valley;
Should the herd graze at the bottom
Thou must feed upon the summit.
Wander like the golden cuckoo
Like the dove of silver brightness
Like a little fish in ocean;
Ride thy claws within thy hair-foot
Shut thy wicked teeth in darkness
That my herd may not be frightened
May not think themselves in danger.
Leave my cows in peace and plenty
Let them journey home in order
Through the vales and mountain by-ways
Over plains and through the forest
Harming not my harmless creatures.
Call to mind our former pledges
At the river of Tuoni
Near the waterfall and whirlpool
In the ears of our Creator.
Thrice to Otso was it granted
In the circuit of the summer
To approach the land of cow-bells
Where the herdsmen's voices echo;
But to thee it was not granted
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