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The *aror*-bird said to the turtle-dove bird: “Why do you weep clots of blood, [So that it] goes and fills the narrow brook?” The turtle-dove said to the *aror*-bird: “Spring has gone, autumn has come, The sweet water of the springs is cut short, The sweet grass [and] flowers are cut short, The sweet voice of the partridges is cut short. So much must I weep, trembling, [That] blood drips [from] my eyes,— What shall I do for my nestlings?” [He] said: “Do not weep this autumn, For tomorrow the good spring will come, Light will dawn over the world, A door will open for the poor wretches. I shall take you upon my wings, [And] fly high up above the trees,