Your melody holds me enthralled.
Your sweet song in the early morning,
holds me spellbound.
I would dearly like to know the meaning of your song.
Your voice is so soft and sweet,
when you sing in a quiet place.
But in the urban melee of cities,
you raise your pitch so as to be heard.
A poet in my dear country India,
Sarojini Naidu by name,
wrote poems that sound as beautiful as your songs,
and has become your namesake for my countrymen.
You are a tiny bird,
to be found in the forests of Europe and Asia,
and in the winter climes,
you migrate to the warmth of Africa.
The word Nightingale,
was coined a thousand years ago.
And it is believed to mean,
a songstress in Anglo-Saxon.
Your feathers are brown in colour,
and your tail is red-sided.
As usual, a beautiful bird like you,
is hunted by many a cruel predator.
You are an omnivorous bird.
You feed on nuts and fruits,
you also feed on the seeds of plants,
as well as small insects.
One of my dearest wishes,
is to hold you in the palm of my hand,
and have you sing for me,
your early morning song.