Not mine for sure part 4. Wang yu cheng

Song of the crow pecking at my donkey

Not mine for sure 4. Wang yu cheng. 954-1001

Old crow of Shang mountain, you are cruel
Beak longer than a spike, sharper than an arrow.
Go gather bugs or peck at eggs-
Why must you harm this poor scarred beast of mine.
Since I was exiled to shangyu last heart here has only been this one lame donkey to move my things
We climbed the chin mountains and the chan to get here;
Now with half a years healing he's nearly well again.
But yesterday the crow suddenly swooped down
And pecked through his wound to get the loving flesh
The donkey brayed, my servant cried out and the crow flew away.
Perched on the roof, he preened his feathers and scraped his beak.
There was nothing my donkey and my servant could do
Without a crossbow to shoot or nets to spread
But Shang mountain has many birds of prey
I'll ask our neighbor to lend me his autumn hawk
With claws of iron and hooked talons
He'll snap the crows neck and feed on its brain
And this won't serve only to fill his empty gut;
No, it's revenge for my donkey's pain.