Chapter 171 No.171

An earthly look had Luti

Though her voice was deep as prayer-

"The rice is gathered from the plains

To cast upon thine hair:[4]

But when he comes his marriage-band

Around thy neck to throw,

Thy bride-smile raise to meet his gaze,

And whisper,-There is one betrays,

While Luti suffers woe."

The river floweth on.