Unsettled the little bluebirds and doves withdraw From our steady gaze whenever it falls on them. As lovely things of the earth, as flower and stem The swallowtails won her heart with golden awe On this fateful day. Her mountain has overturned And she is quiet. Who knows where she has gone? Her arms must lie open in dappled forest afar. Two shepherds, two friends, consider quiet words, As timeless, shaded foothills welcome their flocks. But the hillside breaks asunder, a deluge of rocks;-- Engulfed in a fire. The mountain has overturned. The first shepherd pleads to her, "O mountain spare my life--I have beloved who shall grieve about me." The second shepherd is pleading, "O mountain spare my life--I have mother who shall grieve about me." The mountain replies: "O you two shepherds, a beloved One's grief moves from morning to noon, but a mother's Grief stops only at her grave." The mountain has overturned And captured two shepherds.
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