One whose mind wanders—what! is he not
a corpse laid by you? How can he see
with his eyes of leather? He is like a lamp when
the oil is spent. Like a mad dog running about,
his mind wanders through the quarters of the air.
Who will shout into his ears? says Tuka.
a corpse laid by you? How can he see
with his eyes of leather? He is like a lamp when
the oil is spent. Like a mad dog running about,
his mind wanders through the quarters of the air.
Who will shout into his ears? says Tuka.