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Kuruntokai 10

Once she was the reason for his festivals.
Now she plays Mother.

And he's from the place
of the portia tree:

plowmen bend
its flowering branches
to spray themselves
with its yellow pollen
clustered like beans.

She has made such a secret
of his cruelty,

he will soon return to her,
shamefaced, I'm sure.
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