:
:
The sun shines on the ear-ringed string
Song
1. The sun shines on the ear-scroller, ; Here come the visiting chiefs, ; One writes about the state of my weak body, ; Another writes about my baby's farewell. ; ; 2. I could only be a fiery stone once more, ; I would strike at the ear-scroller, ; //: I would strike and slash that dog chief doctor, ; Who enlisted me as a soldier. :// ; ;