1. They said birds exaggerate in their love
I said they're just some of my children

2. Frolicking around me like children at play
Even fighting for a sip of water

3. I dressed their feathers in colorful medals
As if challenging the glory of lights

4. Water sprinkles pearls in their competition
As if it's an art carnival for the spectator

5. And the water gets angry at their arrogance
So it stirs like a wave above the wells

6. And how often their voices have risen in clamor
Making us laugh and waving at us

7. As if acting out a play with jumps and chants and costumes
I sip tea nearby watching them

8. Luxuriating as if the tea were my relaxation
I left a book of poetry I was reading

9. When they sang with melodies and echoes
What poet among them is amazed at his words

10. For the inspired, my listening is not enough
Don't mock my affection when I glance at them

11. And when I love them without names
Every bird has meanings and that's enough

12. To independently inspire my poems and passions
I housed them in my eyes while they wandered

13. Like flowers housing particles of dew
And I hovered around my hearing when they fell silent

14. As if silence is coupled with disclosure
So am I exaggerating if I sincerely devote myself to them?

15. Or are they exaggerating by renewing and reviving me?