Little Bird
Do not stay there for long, little bird,
can’t you hear? She is coming anytime
and will say: “leave, this place is mine.
you are free to go, I see no iron gird.”
But if you are resolute to stay, be silent,
enough of your melody, not until she
reaches my arms and her gentle touch
warms me and beautify the moment.
Oh, on her bosom you choose to nest,
where I can find you, safe in heaven,
the spotless sky, where stars leaven
with their gleam her silver-light dress.
Either way, carry swiftly a message:
You are not a love’s single hostage.
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