My tercel

My tercel

Click my peregrine, fly off high

Fly off the dunghill you blind chicken

Do not eat meat from the master’s hand, damn you peregrine

For the sake of the mountains

For the sake of the mountain lakes

For the sake of the karst rocks

For the sake of the sky

Click falcon, fly. Fly high my tercel

Don’t land on the master’s hand

Don’t listen to the chime of the bells

Stay away from the hat and the leash

Fly, spread your wings over the hills

Observe the stinky coral from above

Sing freely. I want to hear your song

Click my falcon