1. I set out to cross a path none had crossed before,
When I was met by one with hawk-like piercing eyes.

2. A hawk perched on his wrist, another above saddle,
One above his glove, the other atop his hood.

3. How many times has his glance made promises,
As though a pledge to be fulfilled without fail.

4. I weep while his eyes laugh mockingly at me,
My soul is ransom for that smiling mocker’s gaze.