One evening, I breathed the fragrance of the flowers along the river.
The wind brought me the song of a distant flute.
To answer him, I cut a branch of willow,
And the song of my flute rocked the night charmed.
Since that evening, every day,
At a time when the campaign is falling asleep,
The birds hear responding to their song that of an unknown bird, Of which , however, they understand the language.