Shikra_The Falcon
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mother o mother
i made a falcon my lover
he'd got a crest on his head
and anklets on his feet
and pecking for food he came
o 'i devote myself for thee'!
for one, the radiance of his beauty
was as the sun at noon,
second, he exuded perfumes
third, he had a rosy bloom
born to a fair mother
o 'i devote myself for thee'!
his eyes
were as the spring,
his hair as the monsoon is spread,
and on his lips for a long time
a new day about to be born
o 'i devote myself for thee'!
in his breath
the flowers of jasmine;
(as if)someone'd laid out a garden of sandalwood
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