As he looks at the preacher’s beard, the goat-
herd weeps and sobs. Everyone imagines it
is real love, but the sentiment within him is quite
different. He remembers the hoofs and pastern of
a goat he has lost; he cannot govern his sorrow;
words cannot express it, so he weeps for his loss!
When the preacher lifts his fingers in teaching, he
thinks of its two horns and four feet; and cries
out “Yes!” He recalls his billy goat that is dead.
He was truly fond of his goat, so at last he
uttered its name. Tuka says, Our secret thoughts
come to light.
herd weeps and sobs. Everyone imagines it
is real love, but the sentiment within him is quite
different. He remembers the hoofs and pastern of
a goat he has lost; he cannot govern his sorrow;
words cannot express it, so he weeps for his loss!
When the preacher lifts his fingers in teaching, he
thinks of its two horns and four feet; and cries
out “Yes!” He recalls his billy goat that is dead.
He was truly fond of his goat, so at last he
uttered its name. Tuka says, Our secret thoughts
come to light.