Cooee!
I hear you thence the heavens ply
I see whence the earth you pry
Kuka the singer
He that kept his house in order
Will not be found on the rooftops
Rawa your wife
Tailing with outspread wings do glide
As she danced circles to your songs
Cooee coo-coo!
Your cry as though a bird of yore
The early bird that catches the worm
Quasi-phoenix ‘tis arty crest
Show me bristle tail and ashen nest
Only a life away were you my friend
What the eye does not admire
The heart does not desire
If freedom like yours are for rent
Coo-coo Cooee!
These songs the new ones
Are they ours or yours?
Rumor is that your name
Gossip and warning are never the same
Yet all are great travelers
Eschew! A word unspoken
The forest is not home but an oven
A fight not mine it makes me wander.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem