I'm an old cow, worthless cow, lone cow of my master.
I'm a vapid cow, abortive cow, bare cow of the winter night.
I'm a grisled cow, lively cow, tilled my master's land.
And now I just wait for my food.
I'm a lethargic cow, weak cow, can't move here and there.
I'm a sorrowful cow, can't till my master's land.
Oneday I'm just waiting for my habitual food.
But my master comes to cut my throat for his meat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem