Jungle Queen

Oh, the dew drops !

Sleeping on the leaves of the bamboo trees,

Oh, the sun ! with your bright rays,

taking those sleeping dew drops.

On the trees rubbing the branches

shoulder to shoulder with pleasure, 

Oh residing birds ! kissing with love

mouth to mouth.

I don't have any wings,

No companion for my longing youth, 

No fire, for the chillness,

And no fertility for my femininity. 

He visited the other day,

but could not see him again till to-day.

Oh my buddy, the birdie,

If you see him, tell him to come.

A rare very old song

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