Peacock, thee present of God
Ravishing radiant colours
Are the designs of your feathers,
Carvings from Van Gogh?
Its tail opens the gateway
To the heavens above
Are you peacock
The heavenly inscriptions of Jesus?
Peacock, you are so magnificent, so beautiful
That even the Egyptian Sphinx fell ashamed
You own thee rightful title
Of thee greatest present to man
I see fireworks dancing above the ground
No, it is just you opening your tails
But who is the magnificent maker
Of this bewildering bird
Is it a creation of the grand?
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