But crying, “Son! My callow ones!” your mother called to you in vain.
That indeed. Now also, those birds saying “Kuṭurun, Son, Son!”[3] call them.
North-western Province.
The text of the verse is:—
Wēli wēli aḍu-wena turu, daruwan galē gaesuwā.
Saek rajunē diwas balā, mal waessak waessā.
Etakoṭa mal tibunu lesama galen ekak pirunā.
“Pubborun, putē,” kiyā, ammā an̆ḍa-gaesuwā.
In a variant by a Tom-tom Beater the verse is:—
Blossoms of jungle tree I saw and brought, and on the rock I strew.