Soon after Sovereign Can, without a throe,
Cay passed away, bewailed by high and low.
Around his flaming pyre, bowed in the dust,
All wept for him in whom they’d put their trust.
Can’s first-born son then filled the Pontiff’s place;
Thenceforth he would by every means efface
The jealous hatred rankling in Aac’s mind;
But he alas! with passion grew more blind;
For now that Móo was Queen, and consort Coh,
Her love he ne’er could win, nor him o’erthrow.