My speech is foolish; I lisp like a child; I
am like a child that clasps your feet with
familiar freedom. Let the saints, my parents, show
their fondness for me, let them foster the sprout
by watering it. Through your support, my blessed
speech found utterance, while I fed upon your
leavings. Tuka says, This is my prayer, I shall beg
leave to serve you in time to come.
am like a child that clasps your feet with
familiar freedom. Let the saints, my parents, show
their fondness for me, let them foster the sprout
by watering it. Through your support, my blessed
speech found utterance, while I fed upon your
leavings. Tuka says, This is my prayer, I shall beg
leave to serve you in time to come.