«I sit in a dungeon with a downcast face / And see a young eagle in captivity raised, / While flapping his wing, my companion in woe / Is tearing his meal by my window alone. He pecks for a while and then glances inside, / As if we have both the same thing in mind, / With a longing ex...»
«I'm sitting by bars in the damp blackened cell — / The juvenile eagle, who's bred by the jail, / My mournful friend, with his wings stretching wide, / Is picking at bloody food right by my side. He’s picking and looking at me through the bars, / Like having a thought that is common to u...»
«I sit behind bars in the dankest of blocks. / A captive young eagle, the king of the hawks, / My sorry companion here, lifting his wings, / Pecks bloody food by the sill, pecks and flings, And looks out the window, away, away off, / As if he, with me, fell to thinking one thought. / He su...»
«Away from home, I reverently observe / The age-old custom of my native land: / At Eastertide, the bright feast of rebirth, / I set a little bird free, by my hand. And thus I have access to consolation; / For why 'gainst God should I e'er grumble so, / If on one little being of His creatio...»