997Â I will try to heal the hurt falcon
Will you split all the wood
We collected yesterday
Winter is at hand
And fire will have to be lit every day
When I am not around
You may need to remind the
Stove that it has a promise to keep
No matter how much snow falls outside,
It must keep you warm
I will gather the dried twigs
I will try to heal the hurt falcon
So that it recovers and picks all
The eggs of the mynah
That we so fondly fed
Every day outside our house
When we lived together
Now, I am the
ash
in extinguished hearth
spread me in the garden, so that trees grow
tall, and you get enough wood
to keep you warm
in chilly night when
all memories have been pasted on the walls
of the hearth
to avoid losing the warmth