Nightingale, lore croons inspire placid minds,
Those plunge in glee, even meek and mighty,
Bards long to tame, but care not their sounds
Quest I, how bird great yields to wards petty.

Spring dawns break, at bird’s apt éclat tunes,
Peacocks then start dance, hearing tone lurid,
Yes flowers unfold well, fetch elated scenes,
Dusks end with trills of apt bird the splendid.

Bamboos blow just flutes, at the tunes grand,
Crops swing as waves glow-stunning beauty,
Village chorus croon songs just delight guild
Why such bird bound to bind children gaiety.

Nightingale, likes tender kids’ upright shrills,
So, croons to amuse slender hearts with trills.

(The poet says in the poem ‘Nightingale Slender Sons’
that the petty bird sings pretty songs
and those carols are liked by one and all,
yet times matured bards desire to tame its tone,
but it responds never-ever
and at the same time concedes requests of children
and tunes well with good response,
still inspires the nature also.
So as so the poet concludes
that the bird likes the innocent slender hearts of the children
and pleases them, treating as the tender kids.)