The Hawk

Mother! Mother! I befriended a hawk. A plume on his head Bells on his feet, He came pecking for grain. I was enamored! His beauty Was sharp as sunlight. He was thirsty for perfumes. His color was the color of a rose, The son of a fair mother. I was enamored! His eyes, Were an evening in springtime. His hair, a dark cloud. His lips, A rising autumn dawn. I was enamored! His breath Was filled with flowers, Like a sandalwood garden. Spring danced thru his body So bathed was it in fragrances. I was enamored!. In his words Blew the eastern breeze, Like the sound of a blackbird. His smile was the whiteness of a crane in the rice fields, Taking flight at the clap of a hand. I was enamored!. I laid A bed of love In the moonlight. My body-sheet was stained The instant he laid his foot on my bed. I was enamored! The corners of my eyes, Hurt. A flood of tears engulfed me. All night long I tried to fathom How he did this to me. I was enamored! Early in the morning I scrubbed and bathed my body With vaTana. But embers kept bursting out, And my hands flagged. I was enamored! I crushed choori, He would not eat it. So I fed him the flesh of my heart. He took flight, such a flight did he take, That he never returned. I was enamored! Mother! Mother! I befriended a hawk. A plume on his head Bells on his feet, He came pecking for grain. I was enamored!