Crying Hawk
Stumbling, before the sun
Never again the wind to lift his hair
Nor the twirling of feathers
The spotted one, with pale face
He means no scorn
Leaving his friend alone
Knelt to the ground
He will soon lay in dust
With folded arms
Weapons upon his breast
Ever at peace
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I would like to translate this poem
He will soon lay in dust With folded arms Weapons upon his breast Ever at peace.as symbols of such human beings who are wounded and left alone......... thank u dear Scarlett poetess. tony