I am the Bird
by Emile M Tubiana
Monday, January 07, 2008
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A Tunisian song from the 1940's, which was sung by the Tunisian singer, Ali Ryahi, translated by one of his fans since then, Emile Tubiana |
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I am the Bird
I am the bird, I sing in my mind
I live happily, the best of my kind
I sing for all that flies, and I fly
I sing for the trees and I cry
I like the life of the bird,
Of its taste, my poem sings
When I taste it, my tong burns
From one tree to another
I sing about my life
A golden cage would not fit me
I saw the hunter
Standing in front of me
I do frrr, frrr,
and I continue singing
How lovely, how lovely she is
Oh my dad, have pity on me
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Copyright 2008 Emile Tubiana
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
12/24/2012 |
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A flowing translation of a beautiful song... One can feel the emotions from the womb of the words of "I am the Bird".
Thank You milord Poet for sharing wonders.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
4/24/2009 |
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| BEAUTIFUL, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/13/2008 |
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A beautiful offering, Emile. Thank you for translating and for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
1/9/2008 |
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The colors make us want to smile even if we were frowning Emile, thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
1/8/2008 |
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This is beautiful,,, makes me think of happiness and freedom inside singing out,,, well done.
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
1/8/2008 |
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A great write my friend, I like the color scheme it strengthens the write and adds to the imagery...creative and touching. Well done, enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
1/8/2008 |
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It reminds me of that other bird, the one singing in the cage made of gold that everyone tought was doing it from happines...but that one morning was found dead from tristesse...
Great song
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
1/7/2008 |
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A very creative and hearwarming write. Vivid pictures are painted in the mind of the reader, most enjoyable...
Be safe,
Karen |
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