With the gypsies I too want to be, with the gypsies want I, want I not to be here, my mind, my mind goes, goes up with them, with them, the gypsies, the gypsies going, living under the tents, bivouacs and under the canopy of the open skies, feeling the warmth and bonding of Nature, in the close contact of viewing the world closely.
Why did he join the gypsy band? Say you? The heart is still a gypsy and I myself a gypsy-lover in love and sympathy and bonding with a gypsy girl calling me to be a gypsy if I want to win her heart and admiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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