Bird poet
Poets must, be as birds with the beaks, wings, feather
Live on bough and branch and the birch
Happy with the picked seed, or the hunt, at each time
Caring less for throne and crown and palace.
In such case poet writes what he must
(The truth and the right)
Need, hunger and greed will turn off.
Canaries and finches do not sing in cages, they cry
They sigh days and sigh nights.
Eagles are the arrows of Mohawk and Arash
Penetrate every heart in sky.
The owls are time-awakes, vigilant days and nights.
Even the sparrows, nightingales are open to saying right stuff,
They take off, and zigzag in flight, if things wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem. A feather in your cap!