Windhover variation 4

Translation #4 of
Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Little Master of the Air
Shining dark against the sun,
Daring the big wind,
Skating up the gust,
Carving the curve of your
Exaltation.

Mysteries of light and dark,
Of will and bending –
Crumple, Master,
Travel through negation
To Glory.

We pedestrians
Must reach our Glory
Through quotidian slog.

But break my heart:
Inside, the
Shining, fierce heart
Of a falcon.