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Verses
THE BATTLE is over. After strife and struggles the treasure is
gathered and stored.
Come now, woman, with your golden jar of beauty. Wash away all
dust and dirt, fill up all cracks and flaws, make the heap shapely and sound.
Come, beautiful woman, with the golden jar on your head.
The play is over. I have come to the village and have set up my
hearth stone.
Now come, woman, carrying your vessel of sacred water; with
tranquil smile and devout love, make my home pure.
Come, noble woman, with your vessel of sacred water.
The morning is over. The sun is fiercely burning. The wandering
stranger is seeking shelter.
Come, woman, with your full pitcher of sweetness. Open your door
and with a garland of welcome ask him in.
Come, blissful woman, with your full pitcher of sweetness.
The day is over. The time has come to take leave.
Come, O woman, with your vessel full of tears. Let your sad eyes
shed tender glow on the farewell path and the touch of thy
trembling hand make the parting hour full.
Come, sad woman, with your vessel of tears.
The night is dark; the house is desolate and the bed empty, only
the lamp for the last rites is burning.
Come, woman, bring your brimming jar of remembrance. Open the
door of the secret chamber with your unbraided streaming
hair and spotless white robe, replenish the lamp of worship.
Come, suffering woman, bring your brimming jar of remembrance
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