My homeland has many palm-trees <br />and the thrush-song fills its air; <br />no bird here can sing as well <br />as the birds sing over there. <br /> <br />We have fields more full of flowers <br />and a starrier sky above, <br />we have woods more full of life <br />and a life more full of love. <br /> <br />Lonely night-time meditations <br />please me more when I am there; <br />my homeland has many palm-trees <br />and the thrush-song fills its air. <br /> <br />Such delights as my land offers <br />Are not found here nor elsewhere; <br />lonely night-time meditations <br />please me more when I am there; <br />My homeland has many palm-trees <br />and the thrush-song fills its air. <br /> <br />Don't allow me, God, to die <br />without getting back to where <br />I belong, without enjoying <br />the delights found only there, <br />without seeing all those palm-trees, <br />hearing thrush-songs fill the air.<br /><br />Antônio Gonçalves Dias<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-exile/
