He gave instead of lending!
Subtle executioner, surely you'll find
The terrible implications of this savage crime.
INDIO
I shouldn't have stayed home today, father. You don't need me here.
MOKSA
No, my son. I do not need you. You did not bring rain.
INDIO
This brown grass--it's not good for anything.
MOKSA
Days, weeks, years pass without a drop of rain.
INDIO
There's no wheat here anywhere, father.
MOKSA
Spring has passed without rain. Summer has passed without rain. Now it is autumn, my son.
INDIO
What's the point in stacking it?
MOKSA
We must learn to eat the dry brown grass that has no fruit and no seed.
INDIO
It can't even be fed to horses.
MOKSA
There will be no more rain.
INDIO
You're talking strange, father. The drought can't last forever.
