The leaves of the windows of my house wings;
One day noticed a strength incident.
I woke up hearing flutter;
Realised my house flying over the clouds..
Over the horizon; over the apex of the sky..
At last folding wings sat on a branch of the sun-tree;
There made a nest; laid eggs and hatched.
After a few universal years
A few colourful cosmic birds winged into the greater sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem