The Hawk-Cuckoo Cries

Why does the hawk-cuckoo cry?
Wails so mystic.
As on a dark silent night,
Raindrops fall on my roof-tin.

She cries so sad,
So sharp and long.
What pains her?
The monsoon rain or a love gone wrong?

Warm under my quilt,
As I try to sleep.
Her song keeps me awake,
As in the grove she weeps.

And I feel this ache,
I don’t know why?
Her voice brings me a pain,
That can make me cry.

My soul feels a chill;
Her pang so dark and deep.
And I keep trying to decrypt her;
I don’t know when I fall asleep.

~KMnO4