O you would clothe me in silken frocks
And house me from the cold,
And bind with bright bands my glossy locks,
And buy me chains of gold;
And give me--meekly to do my will--
The hapless sons of men:--
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill
Droops in the grassy pen.
I can smell Maya Angelou in these beautiful poem of freedom in (I Will Rise) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But the wild goat bounding on the barren hill Droops in the grassy pen..................................10