1. A bird on a branch in the garden alighted
When it sang, it invented new melodies

2. Making its voice ripple through people
As light ripples over water, gleaming

3. It brings dawn closer with innovative singing
And makes the night recede with creative singing

4. I borrow from the universe's joys, arranging them
Into a shape and color within it assembled

5. The branch in its happiness does not cease swaying
Its green leaves adore it, proliferating

6. And it curves toward the softness of water, reddening
Producing ripe fruit, artificially ripening

7. The bird rests on it contentedly, and if
It shows submission to it, lovingly, not forced

8. Each is happy with what the other attained
This one with that, no loss to the intermediary

9. But I see the bird one day fly to a flower
Leaving the branch stripped, grieving

10. The branch's blossoms wither, its vigor fades
And it remains anxious in despair

11. Its despair at an absent love will surely kill it
For a beloved who turned away, never to return

12. It embraced silence, complaining to no one
And no one saw or heard anything