How does it feel to have the winds beat your aim
What gracious joy, is to felt when the freedom to ponder i came to taste
Oh to be pushed by the winds and not hurt to fly with ease and sorrows out of sight
I see why the parrot and parakeet make a fuss when trapped in a cage and leaps to freedom when chance appear
The thoughts of soaring a meal it is for me
Cage me not and take my wings for i will not stop soaring
My longing of the heavenly bliss, the early morning beam and the songs of the nightingale
Stop me not when i choose to fly and leave not an open cage for me when return.
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I would like to translate this poem
My longing of the heavenly bliss, Your faith is great.