Look upon me, O mother, with fully-opened
eyes, I am grievously downcast. I would
fain suck your breast—’tis no trick of speech for
me to say so. This is no affair of borrowed words;
I am seeking speech to utter the truth. Tuka says,
My soul is weary of doing and working, I writhe
in agony and I cry to you.
eyes, I am grievously downcast. I would
fain suck your breast—’tis no trick of speech for
me to say so. This is no affair of borrowed words;
I am seeking speech to utter the truth. Tuka says,
My soul is weary of doing and working, I writhe
in agony and I cry to you.