Engrossed in prayer through the night
The Brother heard a croaking right
The bullfrog sang its boisterous song
It has to be feared: all night long
Upset, he called out with all might:
'Hush hush, I'm praying, it's my right! '
The voice was heard, the pond got still
What wonderful silence and holy will!
But suddenly a thought got growth:
'Perhaps God loves the voice of both? '
He overcame, called out: 'deploy!
Dear Frog, begin and sing with joy! '
The concert started once again
The whole pond sang, he said: Amen!
No longer disturbed he felt as a king:
In harmony and one with everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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