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Mother of flames, / The men that went ahunting / Are asleep in the snow drifts.
You have kept the fire burning!
Crooked fingers that pull / Fuel from among the wet leaves, / Mother of flames / You have kept the fire burning!
The young wives have fallen asleep / With wet hair, weeping, / Mother of flames!
The young men raised the heavy spears / And are gone prowling in the darkness.
O mother of flames, / You who have kept the fire burning!
Lo, I am helpless!
Would God they had taken me with them!