اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Little fly
The summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
Am not I
A fly like thee
Or art not thou
A man like me
Little fly
For I dance
And drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Little fly
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
