Where to dear songbird?
Where dost thou fly in haste?
As skiey as the wind
Without thee the sound is waste
How can thy will bend?
Upon an oak, upon a rock
Thy song is a mock
To that proud lass singing
And to the bells ringing
It heals this gloomy heart
Of melancholic work and wound
At eventide, enchant this earth
Or else this wanderers doomed
Where to dear songbird?
Leaving behind opulence,
Leaving behind trees,
What is benevolence?
Without the breeze
Which carries thy music
thy tune is magic
But never so sarcastic
And ever so romantic
Where to dear songbird?
Away from this heath
Will you be heard,
In this whiners death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem