I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate — a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate — my honey pot, I mean — from pests of every species, Brother, just wait… As long as I`ve got honey in my pot, bees will come to it from Timbuktu… Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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