 Wysłany: Śro 13:14, 23 Lut 2011 Temat postu: But to thee it was not granted
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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 567 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 Otso yilai: uggs outlet christian louboutin outlet much out of repairrunning shoes for sale |
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