The bird in Bulleh Shah's heart trembled so,
the island of tranquility was far.
La Fontaine's pigeon's loved each other tenderly,
knew that absence is the greatest of enemies.
Lalon had an unknown bird in a cage locked,
how did it go out, and in again, he knew not.
Gibran had a bird with Broken Wings,
wings of romance broken in the windmill of life.
Rabindranath had many Stray Birds,
drinking from his rainbow inkpot.
Angelou's caged bird also sang,
the free birds songs are always better.
I can see pretty birds in the tree,
and some more in books of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem