They sing, not to please or annoy,
Not to boast or show off,
They sing just because they can,
They sing because they want to.
A crow cares not if you think
His raucous call is ruining your mood,
A koyel does not cares
that his song is filling up your soul.
To them, singing is the joy,
That is the only reason for their songs,
Songs that fill up our world
Sometimes with ecstasy, sometimes joy!
How silent this world will become,
Silent and bleak, if they stop being spontaneous,
If they first think and then sing!
That certainly will be a curse on humanity!