On her bestowed, as homeward borne apace;
Far happier had she been in Death’s embrace.
’Neath holy Ceiba tree, upon the ground,
Struck down by one unknown, Coh had been found.
Whence came the treacherous foe? From foreign land?
Beloved by all was Coh—Whose then the hand?
With brother’s blood would Aac himself imbrue?
This thought in vain she struggled to subdue.
“I rave!” she cried; her mind with doubt was torn;
Those brothers royal were from one womb born.