Now sudden water's felt on lips
And maiden half a sleep does sip.
Then pain in leg is still yet great
But girl no longer dreads her fate.

Now rubbing eyes she looks to see
The man she fought in killing spree
To mouth a water bag he holds
To seeming aid of greatest foe.

Now back the maid does push from man
Who high above her current stands.
And opens mouth to hasty speak
And learn what things this stranger seeks.

"Behold you lend your aid to foe
Though man did play a battling role
And met my sword with skill of own
That surely many years you honed

To slay my kind in battle great
Thus granting self a wicked fate
Why aid me sir from rival tribe
For sure you know for death I strive

Of every man and every maid
Inside your village current laid."
Then man at Oma quick does speak
To tell the maid of things he seeks

"It's poorest form to strike a foe
When steeped in deep and highest woe
Forebiding man to raise his hand
Or meet you fair in battling plan.

So man to maid will lend his aid
That honor high's yet swiftly made...
And face of girl I former knew
So long ago before you grew.

Atop this mount we former played
Exhausting all our childish ways.
My heart forbore from harming friend
That kinship long ago did end."

And maiden looks at man and knows
How long ago the girl had stowed
To mountain high where pair had played
So long ago in younger days..."

"I bid you help me stone to lift
And freedom grant from tap to gift."
But man did stand and look away
With face so very deep and grave.

"The stone's too great myself to move
Though thing by man is great behooved
And neither aid can man yet seek
For death by either hand we'll meet

If man descends to either place
From which we pair by birth are graced.
My side the maid's will surely slay
In graceless tomb your body laid

Your side will also surely strike
And wage with man a greatest strife
So rest for time we'll think of plan
To help the maiden upward stand."