A liberated bird in the empire of solitude!

I am chained in the empire of solitude.
As a slave or master?
Neither of them,
But as an entirely liberated
and adorable bird singing.

In an unfettered world,
does any ghost of distress exist?
In the world of no laws,
does melancholy exist?
The rays of light,
friends of mine,
shyly hide behind my flying.

While returning from flying
in the roads of the universe,
pride spreads.

In life,
where purposes are understood,
no more repercussions!
no more yearning!

I am chained in the empire of solitude.
As a slave or master?
Neither of them,
But as an entirely liberated
and adorable bird singing.