The second song describes a quarrel between two brothers who are resting after a march on some hill far away from any water or food wherewith to refresh themselves.
Younger brother.—Am I to eat now, what am I to say, there is, oh my brother, neither bread nor water.
Am I to fetch some [water] what am I to say, there is no masak Elder brother.—The lying nonsense of Hamir (the younger brother) wounds me deeply (tears off the skin of my heart). There will be no day to this long night, oh my brother! 2nd Verse.12. THE TRANSITORINESS OF THIS WORLD.