An ant was caught on a dry leaf that was being carried down a flooded river and he called out from its tiny heart to God for succour who prompted a kite that was flying over the river to dive and rise up, with the leaf on its beak; for He
made the bird mistake him for a fish or frog! The bird was sorely disappointed, but, the ant was
delighted to land on hard ground! God came as a kite and rescued me, he felt. I must be grateful to
the bird, to all birds, he resolved. One day, while on his morning round, he saw a hunter aim an
arrow at a bird; he bit the heel of the hunter, just when he was releasing the mortal shaft; the aim
failed; the bird flew off, and was saved. The ant had paid his debt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem