1. A bird of a single color in its dress,
Fluttering its wings while perched aloft,

2. Stuffed with pure musk in its breast pockets,
And black destinies in its folds concealed.

3. When it scratches the top of its head, it's as though
From its wings it releases treasures and gems.

4. It fears harm yet believes none approaches,
And hides from comrades what it has crafted.

5. It appeared in Persian garb, cinched at the waist,
Wearing a cloak, its familiar adornments.

6. So its pink collar brightly shines,
And its yellow skirt loudly rustles.

7. It returns the moans of the wounded dove, and restores