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In the morning the quail entered the field, Vakh! [It] caught my eye, and became [my] sorrow,— Vakh! It was like unto a camphor rose: Vakh! Quail, quail, quail, quail, quail, quail, quail, Green quail, red quail, Sweet quail, lovely quail, Bright, bright quail, quail, quail; Quail, my quail, quail, my quail, quail, my quail, quail. In the morning, at the break of dawn, I am enraptured by your sight; O quail, you are the pillar of my heart. In the morning, at the break of dawn, Your moles [number] one hundred and fifty; Count them and place [them] upon the chair.