Summer or winter
Everyday at the exact hour
The little bird graces our house!
Black or brown, its feathers be,
It must be beautiful I know!
Beautiful beings only can sing beautifully,
On the window ledge, on the compound wall,
On a tender jasmine twig,
Sits the little bird to sing its celestial song,
I bend, I kneel and I crawl
For a glimpse of the lovely bird,
The frightened bird dartshigh in to the sky!
Hot, wet or chilly-
The fickle weather may often vary
But the mood of the bird varies never,
Happy to rise and happy to wake up the world
Must be the little bird's philosophy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fickle weather may often vary But the mood of the bird varies never, Happy to rise and happy to wake the world Must be the little bird's philosophy of life! very fine poem. tony