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This poem is one inspired by a Singhalese song by Mr. Mahagamasekera who in turn was inspired by an Indian poet whose name I do not know.

 

                                              The Weaver Woman

 

Weaver woman, O weaver woman,

In the haze of early morn

Colored in the hue of the love bird’s wing

You weave this wee green gown

Whom do you weave it for?

 

Colored in the hue of the love bird’s wing

I weave this wee green gown

I weave it for the wee white lass

The heavens lent me down.

 

Weaver woman, O weaver woman

In the glory of evensong

Adorning with your cunning arts

You weave this festive gown

Whom do you weave it for?

 

Colored in the hue of the sunset cloud

I weave this shining gown

To give in troth that wee white lass

I weave her bridal gown.

 

Weaver woman, O weaver woman,

In the chill-fingered beams of moon

With sorrowing face and shaking hand

You weave this pristine gown

Whom do you weave it for?

 

Colored in the hue of white crane’s wing

I weave this stainless gown

For the journey back to whence she came

I weave her pearly shroud.

 

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