A sac of rice in exchange
For every sac of paddy
That a king collected as tax
From his subjects for long.
At death bed he wished his son
To make him good in their eyes.
‘A sac of rice for a sac of husks’
The son ordered. The father was hailed.
Eviler makes evil good
20.06.2000, Palakka
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