Even if born late,
After his father’s departure.
Gravestones seldom
Stand by the way-side
Unless raised by a kinsman to a kinsman.
73. Two are adversaries:
The tongue is the bane of the head:
Under every cloak
I expect a hand.
74. At night is joyful
Even if born late,
After his father’s departure.
Gravestones seldom
Stand by the way-side
Unless raised by a kinsman to a kinsman.
73. Two are adversaries:
The tongue is the bane of the head:
Under every cloak
I expect a hand.
74. At night is joyful