Boring at my home I reach in the park,

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Boring at my home I reach in the park,
And see on the tree a sad nightingale,
Gazing on the bird the eve grows dark,
And I ask why you lone in the vale?
Listening to me replies from the cage,
I want to fly but helpless in prison,
And fails in mission due to his rage,
Against my heart cry I did make treason.
When I gaze on it was my heart’s call,
Burnt with my sobs and sighs me seem,
A self-heart treason leads men to fall,
Falling in trouble now my eyes deem

Always do follow your poor heart cry,
And all money chasers very soon die.