Cranes
I sometimes think that warriors brave
Who met their death in body fight
Were never buried in a grave
But rose as cranes with plumage white.
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Since then unto this very day
They pass high overhead and cry.
Is that not why we often gaze
In silence as the cranes go by?
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In far-off foreign lands I see
The cranes in evening's dying glow
Fly quickly past in company,
As once on horseback they would go.
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And as they fly far out of reach
I hear them calling someone's name.
Is that not why our Avar speech
Recalls the clamour of a crane?
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Across the weary sky they rase
Who friend and kinsman used to be,
And in their ranks I see a spase -
Perhaps they're keeping it for mee?
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One day I'll join the flock of cranes,
With them I shall go winging by,
And you who here on earth remain
Will listen to my strident cry.
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Translated into English by Peter Tempest
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