As the sun began to set,
I left home for another feat,
Somewhere in the mountain ranges
Where I shall ask for the moon.
Brightly lit were still the huts;
I waited till every light went out;
Then, my invocation rouses
What has been inside me for so long.
I stretched my legs now and then;
To ease the burden, I deeply bended,
I suddenly looked around like a hyena;
All the birds then took fright and flew high.
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