When I mistook selfishness as love,
I was then drowning in the shallow water.
Time and again I come to get the warmth of true love.
But I crawled and could not stand.
The bitter juice I drink everyday I can't make it nectar.
If I come back for maya once again,
I love to say God,
To give me the life of a bird,
But not a human ever.
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I would like to translate this poem
the life of a bird....how happy are birds? No tension, no wories, no anxieties, no need of wealth, no greed, nothing nothing...flying birds!