When I awoke, the woman spoke: "We must now leave for to achieve what duties must be be done just." I thus replied: "In bed I lied, and would now lay throughout the day, but for your words - we tend the herds."
The herder's work is never done,
For the herd must never decrease,
If we are to survive for long,
Then our working must never cease.
I traveled from here to there, some many miles far to see the star of day rise high in cloudless sky; shivered the dog, my eyes in fog until the turn of sun to burn off the cold mist, and light us kissed.
I want to say that life is good
But sometimes it feels uncertain,
Unless the gods rise up and pull
To show what's hidden by curtain.
One day, when I exhausted by lack of sleep was, took a short pause to listen to the sheep and ewe, in reverie one came to me; and then she said: "Carefully tread, 'tis holy hill," and so on till...
When the gods choose to us to speak
We must listen in reverence.
Unless we can recognize them,
There's no cure for our ignorance.
"You must now pay a fee for clay are your two feet, the holy meet." So out I took my wealth - a book - but it was not wisdom she sought: "Only in gold may you pay, told are we who keep sacred land steep."
Sacred are those who wisdom loves,
But wisdom loves not the wealthy;
They are sick with greed and distrust,
With love can never be healthy.
So her fee paid I, and then fade disguise away, showed now what lay behind her lies, mortal who dies - not the divine, nor any shrine, merely a hut, trickster of smut. I was a fool, used as a tool.
Trust not your mere mortal eyes for
Easily deceived are humans,
Better to stick to working the flock
And meddle not in divine plans.
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