Don't chase me gentlemen with well armed ones
In this wild forest where my dear ones are
I am hungry, thirsty and tired so much
Unable to run fast any more for my life
What I have done wrong with you gentlemen
other than trying to escape from your chase
what I have in my body so attractive to you
other than the little meat and beautiful skin
With precious color and natural designs
Blessed to me by the creator the unknown power
What use of them to you my respected humans
other than for your delicacy of meet of a deer
My child is hiding in distance waiting to me
May be awaiting my arrival and for my affection
Spare me from your chase the hunter please
My child will be lost ever its mother and its life
I am totally tired by the run from your chase
In the thorny bushes and little trees of this wild
May I drink some pure drinking water from the river
And try to swam across it for my life in danger
Alas! you are fast running the footsteps I hear
May I find a safer place to hide, otherwise I killed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The unknown power! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.