Tales of her l¥:lmeland stir rirJ soul;

Four seasons did she toil and love
and cook the radki on the fire.
\Vhen she, with caution in her glance
Surveying skyline endlessly,
Saw darkness riding on the land
Descending from the hills beymd,
Hid children in the caves of snow
And joined the ness in silent prayer.
While in a day of many hoyrs
Senme and fresh fran evening psalm

She paused beside the nountain slopes
To let the soft wind whisper by.
When noming spread its eager cloak

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Upon the tundra's cn!Vices,

She \oiOI'ked the day in stm and wind

Harvesting the hills of Sigmakhai.

- Elizavetpol.