Where does a caged bird direct itself,
when there is need to feel free, to rejoice?
Where does the caged bird connect then dwell,
when there is need for more than one voice?
Oh, to blend with the trees, their outstretched leaves,
to mingle with the passing clouds and skies.
This life was not made to live as one lone caged bird,
but with free birds, night fireflies!
A-wrenching, a-wricking, a poignancy of pain,
'Oh release me, ' says the caged bird to its prison.
'Oh passing clouds, skies, trees, and outstretched leaves,
let these wings fly with that other voice, with freedom.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem