Sweet bird comes
From the celestial sphere,
It perches on my soul
And begins to sing
The sweetest song
Of the glorious season,
Being ecstatic,
I try to embrace it
With my wonderful poetic emotion,
But it flees soon,
Still the beautiful bird leaves its great image
In my powerful inner realm,
This becomes enough for me,
So I begin to flourish rapidly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem