I added arrows to the bow, the shadows still so brazen
Don't leave the side
This time it was Samudyata, Hanbo arrow like a storm -
Nira raised her hands and said, ‘Mother Nishad!
They know me very well! '
The sadness that pressed my chest flew with the whirling dust -
Nira smiled lightly, with the shadow-haughty ones
The returning arrow matched the sight
Nira doesn't know!
