Farewell To the Flying Feather
Wherefrom did you fly? Who sent you here? I do not, lo, know.
You, as though by chance, fell on my palm from out of the blue.
I, like a little child perplexed by a bubble, did glow.
We stood still for a while. Calm! The tempo of the breeze grew.
You were a rainbow. Amalgamated all the colors!
I felt like the blessings of the divine kingdom were here.
Had not we, though for a short moment, stood as true lovers?
The breeze, like a storm or a tempest, soon altered its gear.
I held my palm tight. You're my heart. Who wants to lose their heart?
The tempest turned into a gale, a squall, and a typhoon.
I felt like my physique and psyche were getting torn apart.
Ah! I lost my lovely Maat, the feather-goddess boon...
You might not know that I, too, am a feather.
Accepting each little feather as a weathercock;
They come and go. Trust the lighthouse as much as the weather.
I wait each minute for the tinkling of my childhood clock.
Farewell, my friend; you're free. I cannot just imprison you.
Many universes and galaxies, you must, sure, know;
Flying from here, I'll meet you. The heavens know this. It's true.
I'll hug you to my heart. We must still, like fresh streams, flow!
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