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Said to the bull,
I don’t like the way
You pull.
You take me through
Muddy tracks
Through rugged roads
Full of pits and cracks.
The bull said,
I am a bull
So don’t try to bully me
While I pull.
I take the way
My master says
So all your creaking
Are but in vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully composed: I like the personification, the play on words, and the moral in this poem.