You are like the bird with those countless feathers.
Like the feathers, our life too has countless stories!
Some unrevealed and some like the open book!
You are like the bird migrating from barren lands to fluvial waters.
In this expedition of yours, you will seek nothing but parched acres at times,
Where you will quench for thirst and you realize you have to fly anyway!
The life too is like the bird, where you need to make it through the sterile lands to gratify your thirst!
Your feathers are like the countless stories, some unrevealed and some like the open book!
In this journey of yours, you will shed each feather.
Leaving behind those stories to incarnate new ones.
And while you flew across the meadow, the shepherd found your feather!
He gazed skyward and there was nothing but the summer sky and Fohn Winds,
While you take flight from the corners of this world, you will come across many shepherds finding your feather.
Where they will wonder which bird did this story belong to.
You are like the bird with your share of unrevealed tales.
The stranger, like the shepherd, will pick your story.
While you take flight across the skies, may your story induce wings of courage!
May your story lift the feet of the dreamer off the ground!
And even though you shed each feather, may your story remind the dreamer that it takes powerful wings to glide!
May the shepherd find the feather!
May the stranger know your story!