I am a beautiful far sky eagle
With a crooked heart
The cock that crows at noon
And the lion that lures the antelope
To count its teeth
I am the hare that gisted the lizard
To plant its yams cooked
And had a bumper harvest
In his stomach
I am the far sky eagle
The one with clean plumes
And the one with a stained liver
I soar the highest of trees
And the wildest of the jungles
Where rodents and ungulates shiver
I am the rooster that heralds
The arrival of the adversary
The chicken that abhorred trouble
And had its knees behind its legs
But the lion that laughed and asked
His preys to count his teeth
I am the eagle of the far sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The one with clean plumes. Nice work with the muse of the eagle.