In the morning's glare, the baby bird
Says to his mother, 'O let me fly away
With the wind.' Mother replies, 'You are crazy and,
Let your wings get stronger, and obey.
In the afternoon sunshine, the baby bird
Says to his mother, 'O let me fly away in the sky,
To swing in the ring' 'It may be worse,
Baby, rest a few more days, and then go by.'
In the vesper evening, the baby bird
Says to his mother, 'O let me fly away
To meet those little stars.' 'It may be worse
To sail in the air, yet your wings are underway.'
And if, the mother forgets of taking care
The baby will fly away in the escaping air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem