O Koel, I hear thy beautiful song,
Everyday in the evening;
Though your song never really changes
Each day it seems to have a new meaning.
At times it’s got a touch of pain,
At times it seems to be full of joy;
Did something insignificant hurt you?
Or did you find for yourself, a new toy?
At times it seems to call for someone
With whom your thoughts you can share;
And then there is a bit of pride in your song
You know you sing better than
The other birds out there.
But the crows have got
Other crows to fight with,
The pigeons laze around in groups,
The sparrows, always so very cheerful,
Hop around and play in large troops.
But you, o koel, are always there
Sitting alone on that mango tree;
Everyone around has got some company
Except for you and me.
