CANTO I
1
Taking name of God, he lifted up
And set out wingin his way;
Sea-gull crossed the muddy bay
The try- flight for the birds here.
2
Picking quarrel with vultures
The gull flew and soared to sky;
And there he would go, ply
Where gushed springs of Love.
3
Reachign there and hovering
He fixes his eyes upon it, only;
Where do sparkle deeply
The gems, there the gull is won’t to dive.
4
Why won’t, you dive too, I your Deep
For such pearls and gems;
Wherefore of vergses you creep
O thou! The bird of Briny.
5
Clean waters are polluted
By the filthy cormorants;
So coming to thse holy fonts
Now feel shame all the sea-gulls.
6
Had you ever seen with discerning ey
These heavenly fliers;
Never you went again nearby,
The company of thse carrion-earters.
7
Come fly to us, to our waters,
Dear swan! We remember you here;
O least they kill you there
The hunters-laying some secret traps.
8
One is the bird in whole lake
And hunterns several with the rod;
Yet resting his hope in God
He sways in the cradle of waves.
9
The butter cup has roots under water
The butter fly burrs in sky;
But the inner urge both of twin
Consummates All-kind one, in the one tie;
O blessed be the Lord High,
Who brings together the love seekers;
10
All the pea-birds are died
Not a swan now remains;
Ah my these native domains
Are become abode of carrion crows;
CANTO II
1
Same is the bird, same is the cage
Same is the lake, same is the swan;
Descending down deeply in
Perceived I the whole plan;
Same was he the unting man
Who chased us, was within us.
2
In longing for the winged grace
Went I again to kinjhar lake;
They’ad not come to old nest
The pea-birds with lovely pace;
In my soul who held place,
Ah those plumed joys, all are gone!
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