Evening in the yard

Ainkurunuru 401ÔÇô403, 405, 407, 409, 410

Evening in the yard,
a short-legged bed,
his wife his companion,
joy, laughter,
son clambering on his chest:

but his minstrel's lute
is much too melancholy.
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Peyanar
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