I had so long been troubled by official aion gold aion kina aion kinah hat and robe
That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland.
I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers.
I am a aion kina guest of the mountains and woods.
I plough in the morning, turning dewy grasses,
And at evening tie my fisher-boat, breaking the quiet stream.
Back and forth I go, scarcely meeting aion kinah anyone,
And sing a long poem and gaze at the blue sky.
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