1. The bird recalled the gardens, so it sang
And forgot with melody, captivity and prison

2. The branches' breeze blew upon it
So it swayed delicately in its blowing

3. The gardens appeared to it on them
Light frolics, how twisted and branched

4. So the barriers of prison and darkness collapsed
And despair around it calmed

5. And it inclined to gaze at imagination and chirp
From the genres of chanting, a tune so it tuned

6. And its wings flutter joyfully
For an imagination it saw with it what it wished

7. Determination strengthened in it what slackened
And denied them laxity and weakness

8. So they stiffened and fluttered then almost
Flew if the rain had drizzled

9. They hit the iron barrier so they returned
Shivering in disappointment and tranquility

10. So the garden of imagination disappeared far
And what was nearer appeared beyond it

11. A closed cage in which despair is saturated
Struck the newborn hope, beating and stabbing

12. So the captive bird recoiled sadly
If only it never saw or sang