There is a boy and he walks to the grove. He has heard the bird.
He does not smile. He’s used to long hours of criticism and harshness.
But he has heard the bird and he is enchanted by the chirping and the warbling.
As he comes in to the grove, the bamboo leaves rustle in the wind
and the bamboo makes a gentle creaking noise.
The bird is singing.
The boy listens.
And the bird sings:
'Ha ha boy
la la heart
wipe that grim look
and have a smile;
ha ha boy
laugh as much as you can
and your cheeks will glow
and your eyes sparkle;
O ha ha boy
la la heart
sing a song
and smile and laugh all day
dear ha ha boy '
And the boy laughs and he sings. And he dances and he bows
and he walks home singing to himself the merry song the bird in the grove taught him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem