I am a bird, flying in the sky,
Singing the beautiful notes,
That my vocal cord can spell,
Up near the cloud, it is cool,
Singing the songs of love,
Travel on the whitish cotton shroud,
Expressing my thought,
Without fear and freight,
Hearing me singing,
Someone wanted me,
To sing in his courtyard,
Ordered his subordinates,
To catch and clip my wings,
To put me in a cage,
For his own entertainment,
When I lose my freedom,
I forget all the notes,
Just shut my beaks,
Open only to eat.
Loss of freedom makes one lose the worth. Wonderful idea!
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I would like to translate this poem
When the deserving freedom is denied to the winged beauties and they are caged, man falls into the nadir of a mean master hood. The little joys which are wept over by these sweet birds are never man`s concern. You are writing for a cause here Madam.