In yonder home a man’s soul is stolen from him;
now, O body, shout for help! Hollo! hollo!
why are you calling out? What is the good of
twisting your wrists? You should have kept
awake; your senses left you; you fell asleep. The
thieves have made you sweat; they forced you
from your natural faith. You have given way
to vulgar desires and thus you have fallen into
this grievous plight. Tuka says, Now at least
take care of what is left.
now, O body, shout for help! Hollo! hollo!
why are you calling out? What is the good of
twisting your wrists? You should have kept
awake; your senses left you; you fell asleep. The
thieves have made you sweat; they forced you
from your natural faith. You have given way
to vulgar desires and thus you have fallen into
this grievous plight. Tuka says, Now at least
take care of what is left.