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The time of resting is passing
the time of planting approaches.
My fields lie barren among the unmarked lands
the wind bears down fiercely and the snows fall relentlessly.
From these ambivilant wild spirits
I ask a boon.
I, small and at your whim, will make an offering
to assuage you Outsiders
to appease you and please you
and win from you grudging consent
to spare my mountain world,
my home, my safety, my kin, our fields
above the great surrounding sea.
I offer this wine, red as blood
this sweet tobacco, and sage grown by my hand.
Please calm your fury
spare my shelter
release my land.
the time of planting approaches.
My fields lie barren among the unmarked lands
the wind bears down fiercely and the snows fall relentlessly.
From these ambivilant wild spirits
I ask a boon.
I, small and at your whim, will make an offering
to assuage you Outsiders
to appease you and please you
and win from you grudging consent
to spare my mountain world,
my home, my safety, my kin, our fields
above the great surrounding sea.
I offer this wine, red as blood
this sweet tobacco, and sage grown by my hand.
Please calm your fury
spare my shelter
release my land.
