Migratory birds roved in plenty br Through the wilderness br And thereon embarked in union br In a ship of flight with rudders br br They never budged a feather br During that lengthy night br The chart-less flock had strayed br Into a field of eternal light br br There in the playground of angels br And the one, that seagull* br The wedded flock drank br Under stupor and dismay br br Perched on the brim of Khayyam’s bowl** br They saw an inverted sky br The twin brother be it chance or fate br Had set the dial of a conjugate flight br br After many a dawn &dusk br Prodigal flight has traced again br A full and supreme circle br On the parched surface of time.