The cuckoo sings
The cuckoo sings
On the top of hills
And on the top of windows
Then slidsback softly and gently
As if I am going to catch him
All other birds sit on my castle wall
They just take a nosedive chance
They all are united before they fall
Whoever is there somewhat enthrall
But no-one can aspire to pick all
The healthiest wealthiest progressive call
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
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I would like to translate this poem