Psithurism,
oh! unruly psithurism,
The fowls are not going
to bear you,
And every fowl is turning
a deaf ear to you,
oh, unruly psithurism.
They are crooning,
don't perturb them,
They are going to fill
complaints against you,
oh unruly psithurism
Break it off now,
Let them feel like chanting,
merrily
In their own habitat.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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