A bird whispers your name, you try to listen, to understand which one it is. Is it the hirondelle or the indigo passerine? You are so beautiful, listening to the birds…

I don’t know which one it is—maybe the paruline bleue.

I just tell them to whisper your name,

to teach me what kind of dance or chant I should perform.

They answer me only by singing your name,

It sounds much more beautiful when they say it their way.

The gobemoucheron gris-bleu told me, too, what the cardinal sang today…

So romantic, I couldn’t stop listening to its chant.

It was addressed to a colibri à gorge rubis.

They laughed out loud, speaking of lovers who live apart,

speaking of lovers who love life.