The Birdlet (In exile I sacredly observe...)
by Alexander Pushkin
In exile I sacredly observe
The custom of my fatherland:
I freedom to a birdlet give
On Spring's holiday serene.
And now I too have consolation:
Wherefore murmur against my God
When at least to one living being
I could of freedom make a gift?
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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