Wise bird!
Wise silent bird!
Yesterday I saw in pain your left wing trembling
Vibrating with that pain.
Shall the heavens immense ordain
That you shall suffer for your wisdom?
Did you not have enough pain your solitude?
Alas!
Your Fate shall be mirror of my Fate.
Pain, pain, suffering shall consume us.
And the Wisdom shall thus remain locked in us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem