Tell me, oh my dear bird

"Tell me, oh my dear bird,

tell me where your journey will take you?"

I don't know where,

but my fancy guides me;

therefore, the way must surely be right.

"Tell me, oh my dear bird,

tell me what Hope promises you?"

Ah, mild air

and sweet fragrance,

and a new Spring is what she promises me.

"You have never seen the distant lands,

and yet you believe in them?"

You ask me quite a lot,

and it is but a game to you,

but the answers make me weary.

Now away in faith and pious spirit

the bird crossed over the sea,

and mild air

and sweet fragrance

were truly its just reward.