Dear my mother, weep not!
I shall not take all;
See, the cows and oxen
Leave I in the stall.
I take just black eyebrows,
Only eyes of blue;
And upon your table—
Tears I leave for you.
And the little pathway
Where my footsteps fell
While I brought you water
Daily from the well.
_The Mother speaks_—
Pathway, little garden—
(Ah, she must depart!)
When I gaze upon you
Faints my breaking heart.