There was a verdant pasture
Whose land was the very picture of
How can the beauty of that elegance be
Brooks of sparkling water were running on every
Many were the pomegranate
And so were the shady peepul
Cool breeze flowed
Birds were singing everywhereA goat arrived at a brook's bank from
It came browsing from somewhere in the nearby
As she stopped and looked
She noticed a cow standing
The goat first presented her compliments to the
Then respectfully started this conversation"How are you!
Madam Cow"?
The cow replied, "Not too well"My life is a mere
My life is a complete
My life is in danger, what can I say?
My luck is bad, what can I say?
I am surprised at the state of affairsI am cursing the evil
The poor ones like us are
Misfortunes surround the ones like
None should nicely deal with Man May God protect us from Man!
He murmurs if my milk
He sells me if my weight
He subdues us with cleverness!
Alluring, he always subjugates us!
I nurse his children with milkI give them new life with
My goodness is repaid with evil My prayer to God is for mercy!"Having heard the cow's story like
The goat replied, "This complaint is
Though truth is always bitterI shall speak what is
This pasture, and this cool
This green grass and this
Such comforts, were beyond our lot!
They were a far cry for us speechless poor!
We owe these pleasures to
We owe all our happiness to
We derive all our prosperity from him What is better for us, freedom or bondage to him?
Hundreds of dangers lurk in the wilderness May God protect us from the wilderness!
We are heavily indebted to
Unjust is our complaint against
If you appreciate the life's
You would never complain against Man"Hearing all this the cow felt
She was sorry for complaining against
She mused over the good and the
And thoughtfully she said this"Small though is the body of the
Convincing is the advice of the goat!"Glossary1.
Peepul - A large shady tree of the Indian sub-continent.
