Cycle of Cliches
So, when Deuta was opening the gate of our house, I looked at him, and in my mind, I called him out as loudly as possible: Sir.
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Burn her not up, nor quite consume her, Agni:
Let not her body or her skin be scattered,
O all possessing Fire, when thou hast matured her,
Then send her on her way unto the Fathers.
When thou hast made her ready, all possessing Fire,
Then do thou give her over to the Fathers,
When she attains unto the life that waits her
She shall become subject to the will of gods.
The Sun receive thine eye, the Wind thy Prana;