Listen to the soft words
Of the a-ga-ta-na-hi a-s-ga-ya
Hear his voice, let it carry.
Passion much higher than that of the sky.
U-da-lv-quo-di you may be;
But he is listening, waiting,
Tilt your head to the wind,
The tsi-s-qua sing aloud,
Carrying the hi-lv-hi-yu-i message:
"The current runs the river,
Not the river runs the current."
Bear this to your days and nights.
Ponder the truth;
For the a-ga-ta-na-hi a-s-ga-ya
His words always make right.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Listen to the soft words
Of the a-ga-ta-na-hi a-s-ga-ya
Hear his voice, let it carry.
Passion much higher than that of the sky.
U-da-lv-quo-di you may be;
But he is listening, waiting,
Tilt your head to the wind,
The tsi-s-qua sing aloud,
Carrying the hi-lv-hi-yu-i message:
"The current runs the river,
Not the river runs the current."
Bear this to your days and nights.
Ponder the truth;
For the a-ga-ta-na-hi a-s-ga-ya
His words always make right.
a-ga-ta-na-hi a-s-ga-ya- wise man
U-da-lv-quo-di- arrogant
tsi-s-qua- bird
hi-lv-hi-yu-i- ancient
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