The eagle soars,
Far beyond
The fleeting skies,
To realms where silence rules,
And winds are thin, soft, and wise.
Unveiled by mist,
It weaves its hymn,
A soundless song,
For spirits attuned
To the sacred within.
Its gaze—
a piercing flame of truth—
Discerns the veiled,
Reveals the route
To wisdom born
Of the Great Spirit's root.
It bears for us the ancient lore,
A whisper carved on time's great shore,
The map that guides through cosmic streams,
Beyond the veil of mortal dreams.
A herald bound by threads divine,
It links my heart to Power sublime.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem