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Poetic
sparrow, fluttery darling of my darling,
who she plays with and who she holds in her lap,
who she pointed her finger at, you’re eager!
who she pointed her finger at, which you bit!
when your shining and painful longing for me
makes some joke (don’t know what) but just a dear joke,
makes some gap (don’t know that) a gap in your grief,
and I think that it calms the heavy fires;
and I think I would like to play with you here
like this bird, and forget about my hard year!
Literal
Sparrow, the darling of my girl,
whom she tends to play with and hold in her lap,
to whom she offers her first finger, as you ask for it,
and she tends to incite harsh biting,
when it pleases her shining longing for me
to make some kind of dear joke,
(and I think that it brings a little relief to her pain,
so that the heavy burning calms down.)
If only I could play with you just like she does,
and lighten the sad cares of my mind!
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