168. o crow, don't run after the food people offer in ceremony to their ancestors and the rice and water offered to spirits. O crow, come and help me comb the hair, dark as a bee, of the beautiful child, the god of the gods in the sky. O crow, come and help me comb the hair of Māyavan.
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