I saw a bird singing in a sweet melody,
Sitting on the youthful arm of a tree;
The season too was very soft and cozy
Everyday I'd see her but now I can't see.
There's another tree close by the lonely one.
There I hear her in blooming concert;
And then I feel a harrowing wail
Continuously hitting me and my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks