Save this breathless corpse so cold and grim;
Would God he might come to life again,
’Twould be less lonely to talk to him.”
And immediately the headless corpse arose and sat beside Rajah Rasalu. And he, nothing astonished, said to it:
“The storm beats fierce and loud
The clouds rise thick in the West;
What ails thy grave and shroud,
Oh, corpse! That thou canst not rest?”
Then the headless corpse replied:
“On earth I was even as thou,