A golden Oriole seated on a
cottage roof
Lamenting in melancholy over her departed love.
A little boy came and sat down below, far aloof
The boy also began singing in his cotton suit.
A hymn to his departed mother while looking up at the roof.
The golden oriole heard his lament and she
Came down in the foggy weather and wind,
As the boy was singing in his melodic rhythm.
Golden oriole, also start to sing along with him,
Then again the bird danced in the countryside.
Delighted the natives with music from her wing.
And then Oriole ran away to some sunny site
After both seemed satisfied with something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem