A sad story you should listen,
farm cattle are suffering the most.
We work hard in all season,
hardly can we enjoy a short rest.
So heavy the plough and harrow we load,
yet hit upon our shoulder countless whip.
Turning deaf to all the curses and bad words,
we bear shouts and orders, dare not stop.
Solid soil is hard to plow,
hungry stomach needs grass to stop my tears flow.
Expected early to be set free,
but the job proceed till the Sun over the tree.
Crop only some green rice leaves for hunger,
the whole family curse me a plagued beast.
Nothing but grass we eat year after year,
and you reap the abundant harvest.
Long-grain rice are husked for as staple food
and glutinous rice are brewed for friends and household.
As high-yield wheat, millet and cotton make you please',
also plentiful in field are sesame, beans and peas.
When it comes to hold wedding for your children,
you intend to sell me for more cash.
As my age get old and off my strength drain',
you would invite butcher to slice my flesh.
Why tie up my feet and cut my throat,
peel off my skin and flesh for no pre-hatred?
As the drum made from my skin cry under clout,
it rattles the universe and set the Spirits disheartened.
Oh! Thou shall soon be poor to sell me off.
Alas! A feud will never end if you take me as common beef.
Think it over and put yourself in my shoe,
reprisal breeds reprisal, that haunts forever me and you!