The dove returns: it found no resting place;

It was in flight all night above the shaken seas;

Beneath ark eaves

The dove shall magnify the tiger’s bed;

Give the dove peace.

The split-tail swallows leave the sill at dawn;

At dusk, blue swallows shall return.

On the third day the crow shall fly;

The crow, the crow, the spider-colored crow,

The crow shall find new mud to walk upon.