YOUR field has grown ripe; you must watch the four corners of it; it has borne a crop, but you must take care of it. Watch it, watch it, never rest, till it is put up in stacks. Put a stone in your sling, like a vigorous watchman; all the bands of sparrows will fly away, when they hear your shouts. Light a fire and keep awake in another quarter of the field. If the birds descend upon you, you will need both strength and skill. Set up your thrashing-ground, and make all the beggars happy, when you pile up your stack. Pay off the revenue and give everyone in the village his share. Tuka says, Afterwards you need exert yourself no more; you have secured what you want and thrown away the chaff and empty ears. OUR FAITH A REWARD OF MERIT 123