Here is a bird
That has been
Shorn of its wings.
Here is a sun
That has been
Not risen yet.
No wink of sleep
And it is night.
And here there is
No sight.
No lute no flute
No rejoicing, dear
No root and no fruit
Tree is crying here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...with good rhyming.. No lute no flute No rejoicing, dear No root and no fruit Tree is crying here.....Loved reading it.