The green and yellow parrot, 

the green and saffron parrot, 

called me “ugly” with its twangy voice 

and satanic beak.

I am not ugly, because if I were ugly, 

then ugly is my mother who looks like the sun, 

ugly is the light my mother looks into, 

and ugly is the wind that carries her voice, 

and ugly is the water into which she falls 

and ugly is the world and He who nurtured it.

The green and yellow parrot, 

the green and sunflower parrot 

called me ~ugly" because it had not eaten, 

and I bring it bread with wine, 

but I am already tired of gazing at it, 

always hanging on, always a sunflower.
 
 

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