Classic Poem

Datura Hunting Song

I ate the thornapple leaves
 And the leaves made me dizzy.
I drank the thornapple flowers
 And the drink made me stagger.

The hunter, Bow-remaining,
 He overtook and killed me,
Cut and threw my horns away.
 The hunter, Reed-remaining,
He overtook and killed me,
 Cut and threw my feet away.

Now the flies become crazy
 And they drop with flapping wings.
The drunken butterflies sit
 With opening and shutting wings.