Pigeon Post
I have a carrier-pigeon in my pay,
Devoted and true;
She never stops short of her goal
And never flies too far.
Each day I send her out
A thousand times on reconnaissance,
Past many a beloved spot,
To my sweetheart's house.
There she peeps furtively in at the window,
Observing her every look and step,
Conveys my greeting breezily,
And brings hers back to me.
I no longer need to write a note,
I can give her my very tears;
She will certainly not deliver them wrongly,
So eagerly does she serve me.
Day or night, awake or dreaming,
It is all the same to her;
As long as she can roam
She is richly contented.
She never grows tired or faint,
The route is always fresh to her;
She needs no enticement or reward,
So true is this pigeon to me.
I cherish her as truly in my heart,
Certain of the fairest prize;
Her name is-Longing! Do you know her?
The messenger of constancy.
Devoted and true;
She never stops short of her goal
And never flies too far.
Each day I send her out
A thousand times on reconnaissance,
Past many a beloved spot,
To my sweetheart's house.
There she peeps furtively in at the window,
Observing her every look and step,
Conveys my greeting breezily,
And brings hers back to me.
I no longer need to write a note,
I can give her my very tears;
She will certainly not deliver them wrongly,
So eagerly does she serve me.
Day or night, awake or dreaming,
It is all the same to her;
As long as she can roam
She is richly contented.
She never grows tired or faint,
The route is always fresh to her;
She needs no enticement or reward,
So true is this pigeon to me.
I cherish her as truly in my heart,
Certain of the fairest prize;
Her name is-Longing! Do you know her?
The messenger of constancy.