NOTE: 14

It came and went, May the yoke-pin not break; The great ox remained. Let us put [our] arms to work, O brave, mighty one; Let us quickly bring [it] to an end. Blessed is God, Remembered is God. You have taken up the burden, Dear little black one, May your burden increase! Give a furrow, let us keep turning, [You] red apple-orchard, The bread has arrived, let us eat! May the soil turn black, Dear Tsiran [apricot-colored one], May your shoulder cool! The *horik* has risen, *K’ōi*, O babbling plow-boy, The morning star has risen!