Temporal
Read in full here
Translated
by Juliet M. Soskice
1917
(this song - on p. 258)
The Salt Song
Now none but God
Can save my son:
He's dying fast,
My little one….
Can save my son:
He's dying fast,
My little one….
I give him bread—-
He looks at it,
He cries to me,
"Put salt on it." 140
I have no salt—
No tiny grain;
"Take flour," God whispers,
"Try again…."
He looks at it,
He cries to me,
"Put salt on it." 140
I have no salt—
No tiny grain;
"Take flour," God whispers,
"Try again…."
He
tastes it once,
Once more he tries;
"That's not enough,
More salt!" he cries.
Once more he tries;
"That's not enough,
More salt!" he cries.
The
flour again….
My tears fall fast 150
Upon the bread,—
He eats at last!
My tears fall fast 150
Upon the bread,—
He eats at last!
The mother smiles
In pride and joy:
Her tears so salt
Have saved the boy.
In pride and joy:
Her tears so salt
Have saved the boy.
