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Rh Tears of grief now pour down my face, As I watch and mourn over my child; Thy grief makes me ready to die. Thy union filled thee with joy, Already you're really his wife. Is he not the man of thy choice? daughter, devotedly loved, Why plunged in such terrible grief?


 * (Cusi Coyllur has had her face hidden in the pillows. She now rises to her feet, throwing up her arms.)

O most gracious Queen! How can my tears e'er cease to flow, How can my bitter sighs surcease, While the valiant Chief I worship For many days and sleepless nights, All heedless of my tender years, Seems quite to have forgotten me? He has turned his regard from his wife And no longer seeks for his love. O my mother! O most gracious Queen! O my husband so beloved! Since the day when I last saw my love The moon has been hidden from view; The sun shines no more as of old, In rising it rolls among mist; At night the stars are all dim, All nature seems sad and distressed; The comet with fiery tail, Announces my sorrow and grief; Surrounded by darkness and tears, Evil auguries fill me with fears. O my mother! O most gracious Queen! O my husband so beloved!