If I knew why be here that I was here,
and if I only knew why the sad birds sings,
silently singing does the bird,
quietly whispering his wings.
If I only knew in which some way,
the blue bird falls down in such a way,
a way of falling as if to say,
'I'm free as as I can be.'
If I only knew the 'how' of still,
stays calm and never moves,
would that only bird not kill his will,
to be free eventually?
If I only knew a condition,
of courtesying to that bird,
would I be as free as he would be,
free, silent and never heard.
If I only know if my troubles,
could be broken into two's,
I'd be as free as each and every bird,
wings, broken never blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem