Little bluebird, don’t hang your head and cry tears of sorrow
Don’t sit on this lowly sill and let your tears fall to the floor.

Fly high and escape the fate of those below.
Do not regard yourself with the un-winged mortal fellows below.
Their fate is sealed, but you...
You can streak the sky with brilliant azure murals.

It is said the bluebird carries the sky on its back,
and the clouds on its breast, but you...
You carry the world, the Heavens, and all their beauty.

Do not sit down below and stain your eyes with tears.
No, fly high to your place in the sky
Where joy and delight await you, after your burdened, trial-filled,
life.