Ah! what a bliss, to have elegant wings,
with a lush of brightness, making it perfect for swings.
But pity on my wrenching soul, having no freedom to fly,
enclosed in a cage, dreaming,
an elated flight in the boundless sky.
It’s no more than a mere waste,
unable to flaunt the elegance,
unable to sing and dance merrily
in the open sky without surveillance.
Multiple attempts to get escaped
just proved to be futile.
My master asks me, “What do you want, oh li’l bird?
How can I say, My master? I want for nothing,
but just a little freedom, to fly like every other merry bird.