My feelings are heard by the birds and animals, br I converse with their own speaking customs; br My threshold is uncertain, they are ignorant, br Forces are at work, and the playing of the stars is mild. br br Stars and certain planets cease to exist if I sing, br My cage is that of a slave, in spectacular arrangement; br My songs need biting as my lunch needs biting as well, br These are the stars I recollect from experience and trance. br br My feelings are like that of the stars and birds, br I am human and free, conversations matter to the infirm br And weak in health, and my doors are always open to guests br Who enjoy my company and not just animals and birds.