For the quiver rattles around him!
This like a battle cry and,
His love is now seen in the land of war! !
But my hands are now on my mouth.
Blot, slot, plot, clot;
And like the shortened hands with heavy ears!
But none of the wicked will understand this muse,
For wrapped in glory and beauty is my love to my lover.
The life of a christian,The life of a muslim,The life of a traditionist,I am now on the Isle of Lewis to recapture my mind.Blessed are you when men will revile and persecute you,But be very strong and hope for the better;Love eluded me when i fell deeply into it,But today i am what i am.
Voices of peace;But fogotten is my face in the land of darkness!And somewhere someday,I will be remembered once again in the light of love.Sadness is my face!And like the hill of foreskins;But somewhere someday i will be remembered! !And like the voices of love, songs and peace;For i have toiled enough on this earth.
For the head rules as the father and teacher of the family!
Coal, foal, goal;I’ve found no fault in you!But put your sword back in its own sheath.
For he has gone in for another woman and,He has left his former wife all alone in the forest!Tell me whether this is right,For i am Mangeles and i do not understand some men at times!For it is like they eat and wipe their mouths after one act;And they strat jumping from one bed to…
Because, that was the last one left for you;And without it you cannot survive.Look around and search your pockets,For the only one left for you to survive fell into the WC!And i was there on time;For i took it out to save you.
