The Little Bird

Here in a foreign land
I perform an ancient rite:
I free a bird from my hand
in Spring’s cascading light.

The act consoles my heart,
how can I grudge God’s will;
if I can grant, to some small part
of Creation, freedom, still?

Translated by A. S. Kline
(Clear Voices)

A.S. Pushkin. The Little Bird (“Here in a foreign land...”). Translated by A. S. Kline // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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