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is steps implanted;
All the winds were still in slumber
Yet his sable locks stood endwise
Fluttered round his bead in fury
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While his horrid mouth stood open;
To and fro his eyes were rolling
In one hand a branch of willow
In the otherclub of alder;
Struck at me with might of malice
Aimed the cudgel at my forehead.
When the evening had descended
When my husband thought of slumber
Took he in his hand a whip-stalk
With a whip-lash made of deer-skin
Was not made for any other
Only made for me unhappy.
When at last I begged for mercy
When I sought a place for resting
By his side I courted slumber
Mercilessmy husband seized me
Struck me with his arm of envy
Beat me with the whip of torture
Deer-skin-lash and stalk of birch-wood.
From his couch I leaped impulsive
In the coldest night of winter
But the husband fleetly followed
Caught me at the outer portals
Grasped me by my streaming tresses
Tore my ringlets from my forehead
Cast in curls upon the night-winds
To the freezing winds of winter.
What the aid that I could ask for
Who could free me from my torment?
Made I yilai:
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