When the Emperor read the nightingale’s
song was praised more than everything
else at his court, he sent his wise men
to find the bird he’s never heard
A kitchen girl led them to the nightingale,
she was brought into the castle to sing,
then kept in a golden cage, she lost her
freedom; until a mechanical bird
Was sent as a gift, being preferred with its
mechanical refrain that never varied like
the original, the real bird flew away,
was banned from the kingdom
When the Emperor lay dying in his bed,
the nightingale returned and sang him
a song that made him well, she would
always come back to sing for him
But only from outside the window, she
could not give up her freedom again;
and he promised not to tell anyone
about the special song
That kept him well and strong…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem