With whom can I wrangle? Who will help
me but you? You have grown cold to me;
you have kept me aloof; you have cast me off all
at once. You hear my words and you hear them
not; when you catch sight of me you hide your
face in a cloth. Yet we dwell in the same town
together; that is why I feel so pained, says Tuka.
me but you? You have grown cold to me;
you have kept me aloof; you have cast me off all
at once. You hear my words and you hear them
not; when you catch sight of me you hide your
face in a cloth. Yet we dwell in the same town
together; that is why I feel so pained, says Tuka.