Lamenting
The first night
Dry flour is scattered
on the ground
She'll come
she'll come
leave her footprint
and go
We'll sleep
we'll sleep
though mourning we'll sleep
She'll see
She'll see
she'll see us no more
We'll pluck
we'll pluck
at dawn we'll pluck our hair
She'll stop
she'll stop
in midway she'll stop
We'll forget
we'll forget
in this very grief we'll forget