|
Fat frogs always remind me of Buddhas;
I watch them float and croak
Serenely under the moon and stars.
Little kids from this estate
Catch them, kill them,
Mutilate their bodies;
They cut out the eyes of these Holy Ones.
Fat frogs always remind me of Buddhas;
I watch them float and croak
Serenely under the moon and stars.
Educated and well-respected grown-ups
Catch them, kill them,
Cut them up in the name of science
In gruesome laboratories.
Fat frogs always remind me of Buddhas;
I watch them float and croak
Serenely under the moon and stars.
Greedy men and gourmets
Catch them, kill them,
Rip off their legs,
Devour them in culinary delights,
Sell them to the rich and pampered.
Fat frogs speak with primeval croak,
Timeless wisdom in their jewels;
The Bodhisattva's smile.
| 
