If

If my farms weren’t so green and beautiful,

If my deities hadn’t donned diamond jewels,

My neighbor wouldn’t have been so jealous,

Nor would their boys have kidnapped my deities.

Now no longer could I just sleep and dream

Nor could I let others drink and dance,

For I still couldn’t harvest my farms

Nor did my deities get those jewels back.

If it hadn’t happened so quickly that night,

Whilst my elders were drunk and engrossed in gambling,

I could have locked all the doors,

And unleashed our dogs to guard the farms; at least.