Four birds

"In the ways of life four birds are born, they sing and sing till the end of time, as they sing now" "Proud eagle, his face rough, sits on his throne of gold, one eye light with hope, the other of hatred full" "Second bird, high and wise, of steady eye and wings swift, flies over the cloudy sky into the heaven of light" "Raven of black, his wings dirty, his eyes greedy in the night Mind filled with wealth and hate, but also with sorrow and demise" "Last and always the least, little pigeon, with wings bright, his head up high, until he sees the light!"