flebat igitur mater eius inremediabilibus lacrimis atque dicebat heu heu me fili mi ut quid te misimus peregrinari lumen oculorum nostrorum baculum senectutis nostrae solacium vitae nostrae spem posteritatis nostrae
But his mother wept and was quite disconsolate, and said: Woe, woe is me, my son; why did we send thee to go to a strange country, the light of our eyes, the staff of our old age, the comfort of our life, the hope of our posterity?
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