And the bird is back in its home, in the bamboo grove.
And there in the bamboo grove, the bird sings its songs of joy and delight.
And there even today, Ha Ha boy and girl Child visit the bird and that gentle being entertains them with its songs.
And Man and Woman too come to visit the bird; and so do the Poet and the Wanderer and all other beings and people…and the people and the king of Bright Land which was once Grim Land, and even from farther afar…and the butterflies and the bees and the squirrels too…and they all come to listen to the bird in the grove that sings always its merry songs, that it sings for joy and delight:
the bamboo branch
sways as it does in the wind;
the bamboo rustles
and I sing;
a happy bird
in the bamboo grove;
being with the bamboo
happy and chirping
in the rustling grove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem