From the hands of generous people
I (fish) didn't expect a hook
But the hook of an uncompassionate Buddhist
Is killing me in the sandy plain
While I was in the depth of the river
I was content with the elegance of my body
From the hands of women loving eggs
I (hen) didn't expect a poisonous act
But the ill will of women loving bloody meat
Is ripping off my feathers in boiling water
While I was at the door of the house
Laid laying nutritious eggs
From a religious minded son
I (ox) didn't expect a knife
But the knife of the money loving son
Is separating my body in the paddy field
While I was at a beautiful village
I ploughed the field tirelessly
From the hand of greedy nomad
I (she-yak) didn't expect a spear
But the spear of wretched nomad
Is making me crave for water in the butcher's town
While I was in the mountains
I happily grazed the grass and flowers
P.S. Both the singer and translator are vegetarian.
By dharmakirti, Nov 09, 2011
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