Countless times of yawning,
Yet far from being sleepy,
Eyes are wide open,
Fancy flying in the air.
Done this, done that,
Yet there’s emptiness within,
Been there, been everywhere,
But in the crossroad still standing.
Cut the house lizard’s tail,
Worrying is not the reptile’s game,
In the coming days you’ll see,
The tail will germinate again.
Ignore the passing time,
And let the opportunity fly,
Days and nights you would wait,
But never will it come at once.
The lizard’s life and fate,
Isn’t like of the human race,
For when a man’s part is cut,
Forever it will never be back.
Slowly, I rise up from bed,
Heard the cheerful note of the sparrows,
Weaving their nest in the nearby tree,
While the house-birds frolic on the roof.
The colored white, black, and golden brown,
So lovely as they dance on the tree,
A rare magnificent view,
Yet, so common in the country.
I rest at night not a slumber,
So calm as I sleep tight,
Dreaming of tomorrow’s sight,
The sparrows in their morning dance.
Not an ordinary morning when I rise,
Greeted by a deafening silence,
No cheerful note of the sparrows,
Nor house-birds frolic on the roof.
There I saw the woody plant,
Lying on the earth so flatly,
Depriving the birds of their shelter,
Leaving the vertebrates in disarray.
The captivating sight of nature,
The exquisite dance of tiny creatures,
The cheery mood brought by its cheerful notes,
Has gone away, it's gone away.
Never would I see the sparrows again,
Never would I witness its lovely dance,
Never would I be hopeful of a beautiful morning,
Never would I see again the sparrows dance.
