Little Bird

Do not stay there for long, little bird, can’t you hear? She is coming anytime and will say: “leave, this place is mine. you are free to go, I see no iron gird.” But if you are resolute to stay, be silent, enough of your melody, not until she reaches my arms and her gentle touch warms me and beautify the moment. Oh, on her bosom you choose to nest, where I can find you, safe in heaven, the spotless sky, where stars leaven with their gleam her silver-light dress. Either way, carry swiftly a message: You are not a love’s single hostage.