Translated here.

The Free and the Captured

‘Twas a beautiful garden, with a beautiful house
A house in which a little boy passed his days inside
Sometimes, stealthily, silently, softly as a mouse
The little boy in the little house would choose to sneak outside

It was a beautiful garden, as anyone could see,
The very type of garden that would drive away your gloom
Every morn the air would stir, butterflies and bees
For everywhere the sun did touch the flowers would just bloom!

Yellow, red and baby blue
It really was quite a sight!
But I believe you really should
See the fireflies at night!

One fine day the boy came out
To bask in the bright yellow sun
Of one little fact he had no doubt
Today he would have fun!

‘Twas only the night before
As he was lying down in bed
That he liked this idea even more
Till the thought stuck in his head!

“I will catch for myself with a net
A big blue butterfly
And love it as dearly as a pet!”
He jubilantly cried

Of all the lot
He caught for fun
He counted the spots
One by one

In due course, the sun did set
The end of time allotted
But the little boy had a brand new pet
In a brand new sealed-up bottle

The little pair proved in separable
Together day and night
And like all good pals compatible
They seldom did have fights

Alas! one was happy; the other wasn’t
The feeling was not mutual
The little winged one felt so boxed in
It felt so ineffectual!

The little boy sensed its distress
As inside he was peering
He saw the spots, once mostest
Were slowly disappearing!

As the boy contemplated the plight of the creature
A strong gust came and blew
The jar down to the ground into a million slivers . . .
And away the butterfly flew

Running to the window
Glass beneath his soles
The butterfly’s flight reached a crescendo
As the boy pondered the switch of roles

Love is meant to be free; why let it hold you captive?