Dear bird
of our south gardens,
elegantly looking
elegantly singing
on marvell flute,
even elegantly living
hidden in bowl of tree,
worn golden coat,
even named
by various tongues
very elegantly
oriol, ivolga, altyn kanat.
From your countenance,
songs and secrets
all my life I have been mad.
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