On Prince Naga's Going A-Hunting on the Moor of Kariji

My Prince, who rules in peaceful power,
Child of the Sun-orb shining high,
Hath ta'en his horses and his men
To where the stag and wild-fowl lie.
On wild Kariji's grassy moor,
He setteth forth to chase the deer.
As the stag boweth—knees to ground,
So do I, bowing low, revere;
As the quail creepeth through the grass,
I tender service to my Lord,
Lifting mine eyes as to the sky,
Sun-bright and shining as a sword—
Eyes like a polished mirror bright,
Loyal and true—reflect the light.
Is he not brave, my Prince! and fair
As the Spring-blossoms, debonair!

See how the Hunter's Moon, full-orbed,
Crosseth the heavens with shining light;
We will draw down the moon with cords,
To form his canopy to-night.