I am caged,
O maiden-rose!
And yet, shameful of this jailor;
A nightingale, - in the locked cage -
Wails through the silts of his cage,
The maiden rose calls him back...
O' Feathered king of the Kashmir woods'!
I am proud of your love for me,
And your desire to be free,
I'll always stay waiting,
Your charming rose!
I, too, am captive to your sweet voice -
I'll live for long, don't give in,
One day you'll be set free from your cage,
I'll listen to your soft songs of union,
So long get on singing the songs of freedom,
In the oppressive cager's prison!
Mykoul
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