That, birds sing songs they sing
I listen and know, a blessed day in song
That winds howl and sails fly
The deeps call and fishes glide as flies fly
All in horizon are lives in a storm.
Aaah me!
It is not the sacred fires that burn
Or my nerves that ache and burn
Clouds will not fog my way
My soul captain knows the way
In a bird’s song, and a fly’s dance for calm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem