As I am nearing the centre of town,
My ears are filled with a glorious sound.
I hear the call of a single blackbird:
The sweetest sound I've ever heard.
His colouring, alas, is nothing to note,
But, oh! What beauty flies from his throat.
He sits perched upon a telephone wire;
His song lifts my heart higher and higher.
The pretty song which he doth impart,
Makes me smile and lifts up my heart.
He sits there singing his summer song:
From one so small, it's surprisingly strong.
The song he sings is pure and clear:
It brings such cheer to human ears.
Upon the wire, he sits there alone;
His song, it has such a joyful tone.
His song carries upon the balmy air;
He sits there singing without a care.
A sun-drenched day in the midst of June,
Is when I catch this most delicate tune.
On towards town I continue my way -
The blackbird having cheered up my day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem