The golden oriole,
How the song of it,
Singing sweetly,
Delighting to our core,
The oriole,
Golden oriole!

How beautiful the bird,
How the song of it,
So melodious,
So mellifluous,
Delighting to our core,
Charming us,
The oriole!

The dream bird
With the dream colour,
The oriole,
Golden oriole
Singing sweetly,
So mellifluously
The sweet bird!

Whistling, whistling from
The bough of the tree,
Perched on
The branches,
The golden singing,
Singing sweetly,
The golden bird of yellow colour.

A God-gifted singer
With a golden voice of own,
The bird yellow and striped
With the head perhaps black
And stripes on the body,
The oriole keeps singing,
Singing in a golden voice of its own.

When it sings, cackles and coos,
Whistles it,
Sweetness falls through,
Breaks upon
The hearer
So mellifluous and drenching,
Tuning so beautifully.

A singer of heart,
It keeps whistling from heart,
Singing so sweetly
The oriole,
Golden oriole,
The golden yellow bird
Perched above.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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