Don't hunter, don't
withdraw thine arrow,hunter
draw back your dart.
It is the behest of destiny
The mating of a demon-lover
Let the bird couple mate,
withdraw thy dart.
The prime poet uttered the chant of retort
The supermal chant of the Epic
The rhapsody of the retort
flowed beyond the bounds
Ablazed golden flame of knowledge
In poetic cosmos bloomed
The cause of the plight of the hunter
in Eastwhile birth
was that retort!... and
The cause of the writing of
That sacred Epic was too
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