My dog,
Several times
Have I forbidden you
To take beef,
To take beef,
But have you again
Instead of my warning
To you,
Do not,
Do not take beef,
But took,
Took you
Instead of my warning.
You did not tell me about,
You did not,
But the neigbour saw you
Taking,
Taking to your full,
Relishing upon the dead cow
Lying into the fields
Away from,
Lying thrown off
And you labouring on
With crows not,
But vultures and kites.
My dog, you did not,
Did not go by my order,
That your master,
Your master is a Brahmin,
A vegetarian
Living on green vegetables and milk
And you a member
Of his family,
But instead of taking
Red meat,
Could not discern your food habit,
My dog
And now think I
Why to interfere
With your dietary habit!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol- -why indeed. Funny poem.