This is my sister’s day
The day she blossomed of
Merry making of the place
Clansmen rattling, trumpets blowing
Smoke of the bloods, and children cracking
My forefathers’ hymns awakened
Yet my sister firmly and glorious stand.
Beauty on her swarthy skin
Darkness of the glowing hair
Shining on her bridal dress
Mermaid of the time, my sister is
Yet she has sweat on her brows
That sweats of gloomy fate.
Yet it come a dance
Whispers of fond adieus
Humming of dejected souls
Majestically she dance in grief
My sister stepping in vain
Though she is fourteen of age.
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