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WEST AND EAST
Here are some specimens which may give you an idea of these pantun, as they are called, though in translating them I have made no attempt to give the necessary "jingle."
" A climbing bean will gain the roof ; The red hibiscus has no scent.
All eyes can see a house on fire ;
No smoke the burning heart betrays.
Hark ! the flutter of the death's-head moth ; It flies behind the headman's house.
Before the Almighty created Adam, Our destinies were already united.
This is the twenty-first night of the moon, The night when women die in child-birth.
I am but as a captive song-bird, A captive bird in the hand of the fowler.
If you must travel far up river, Search for me in every village ;
If you must die, while I yet linger, Wait for me at the Gate of Heaven."
One of the fascinations of letter-writing is that one can wander at will from one subject to another, as the butterflies flutter from flower to flower ; but I suppose there is nearly always something that suggests to the writer the sequence of thought, though it might be difficult to explain exactly what that something is. I think the reference in the
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