A free flying creature jumps
on the back of the breeze
also, skims downstream
till the present finishes
what's more, plunges his wing
in the orange sun beams
what's more, sets out to assert the sky.
In any case, a winged animal that stalks
down his tight enclosure
would seldom be able to see through
his bars of wrath
his wings are cut and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The confined winged animal sings
with a frightful trill
of things obscure
be that as it may, ached for still
what's more, his tune is heard
on the far off slope
for the confined winged animal
sings of opportunity.
The free winged animal thinks about another breeze
what's more, the exchange twists delicate through the moaning trees
also, the fat worms looking out for a day break splendid garden
also, he names the sky his own
Be that as it may, a confined fowl remains on the grave of dreams
his shadow yells on a bad dream shout
his wings are cut and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The confined flying creature sings
with a dreadful trill
of things obscure
in any case, ached for still
furthermore, his tune is heard
on the inaccessible slope
for the confined flying creature
sings of flexibility.: