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Falcon

Don't boast about your flying, my grey friend,
And don't call yourself 'steely'
Arrows will come even at you
From an unkind and perverse hand.
 
My falcon, rush as an arrow,
Should you fall on the earth, rise,
Should you not rise, keep low,
And ask me to take you on my arm.
 
You cannot disappear in marsh salt
Nor vanish among the fields,
I will pick you up and cure your illness,
I will give you my own warm blood to drink.
 
My falcon, as an arrow rush,
And with an injured wing keep calm.
At sunset come back home
And, falcon, be family with me.
 
I cannot drink the potion of freedom with you.
And I cannot sleep on the wind's bosom
Your talons have hardened, your feathers grow stronger,
Skyey journeys are calling you away.
 
My falcon, as an arrow rush,
There she is, your darling on high.
Don't be angry with me, a wingless being,
Just share the sky with me.