Tell me, good sir
Who sits so quietly
The end of your journey
What did it bring us?
The spotted heads of fierce tigers
To make their skins your carpet?

On the hills
Between the fourth and fifth month
I, to hunt
Alone I went
And so it was that, with my heart in my throat
I was laying a trap for the deer
And instead came the stag
Who, in front of me, stopped
And so it was, with my heart in my throat
I was laying a trap for the deer
And instead came the stag
Who, in front of me, stopped

"I weep for my fate
I will soon die
And then as a gift
To you I will offer
These wide antlers
My good sir
From my ears
You will be able to drink
A clear mirror
Will be my eye for you
With my fur
You will make brushes
If my flesh will be food for you
My skin will warm you
And it will be my liver
That will give you courage
And so it will be, good sir
That the body of your old servant
Seven times will bear fruit
Seven times will bloom

Tell me good sir
Who sits so quietly
The end of your journey
What did it bring us?
What did it bring us?

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