1. The falcon's eyrie is now
The vultures' playground.

2. Rage, O mountains, rage,
Let your dormant wounds sound

3. Their death-cry.
Cast off your aloofness and

4. Heed my bleeding tyranny
Under the feet of fate

5. That cannot count its cups.
O mountain, gather the remnants

6. Of the falcon and throw them
At the face of the ages.

7. For no more does the dawn
Caress the star's eyelid,

8. Lost in the desert of its scattered feathers.
The falcon departs,

9. Leaving behind images
Of clouds that fall

10. From his enchanted horizon.
How often has the morning madness

11. Kissed him, drunk over his head
Before it left!

12. The steppe folds its wings over
Every buried ambition.

13. The birds are perplexed,
Confused by injury and estrangement.

14. Fly not away, for if the falcon hears
Your news, your flying will stop.

15. The legacy of weakness mars its claws
And seared into its shoulders

16. Are the decrees of fate.
The falcon stands there

17. Twisting over its weary insolence,
Pecked into solitude by carrion-seeking crows

18. With stubby wings and broken claws.
In sudden frenzy,

19. The crazed hungry bird
Flies off to its rancid realm,

20. A heap of ruins in the murky air;
But when the interregnum is set,

21. And the ordeal's fiery sphere goes down
In the inviolable horizon,