The Wanderer comes in to the grove. The Wanderer hears the bird sing. The Wanderer sits on the ground and listens to the bird as it sings. <br /> <br />‘That is beautiful, ’ says the Wanderer. <br /> <br />The bird comes down from its branch and sits beside the Wanderer and sways its tail left and right and sings another tune. <br /> <br />‘That is beautiful, ’ says the Wanderer. ‘I must go now, gentle creature of the bamboo grove. And tell me, dear friend – what can I bring you for your lovely songs the next time I pass here? <br /> <br />And the bird sways its green tail of three feathers and it sings to the Wanderer: <br /> <br />the breeze brushes past <br />and the pool cools <br />me in my days; <br />the moon keeps me company <br />and the flowers dance with me; <br />the clouds linger long <br />to listen to my song; <br />O dearest wanderer, <br />what else could I ask for? <br /> <br />‘That is marvelous, ’ says the Wanderer. ‘That is so. I must continue on my wanderings and so I must leave now. I shall see you again, gentle being of the bamboo grove.’ <br /> <br />The bird flies up to its branch and the Wanderer hears the happy bird singing to itself behind in the grove…<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-in-the-grove-sings-for-the-wanderer/
