Death is the leopard in the grass
by the red roadside
waiting for the flock to cross
Watching with eyes of glass-
golden, green-flecked eyes.
Duck if you can, or jump high.
Run, if you can, helter-skelter,
but don't turn back-
you, too, need water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A run for life from the jaws of inevitable death