Friend, you say, [image] is it good or wrong? I could
not tolerate his separation. I fear to die leaving him alone. Anno! (Pain –
onomatopoediatic sound) We (he, the mountain Man and I) are still friends.
(Then why he did not come?) He would have afraid of murmuring of our
relationship in the village. This is the midnight when all the people sleep. He
is in my mind alone. (That is our friendship)
Author of the poem is M:NKUDI HIZA:R
2nd century B.C.
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