Chase away not those crows on the roof,
For they will return to feed their parents*.
Cook not those wild geese on the lakes,
In flight, they are like brothers.
Witnessing the relations between birds and beasts,
Subsequently reveals the sentiments of nature.
Life itself is tied with family bondage,
How can you not have empathy?
Every union and farewell at the farmer’s house,
Grass and trees thrive and wilt over such.
I vow for three days in spring,
To shed light on an orchid tree;
Along with the same root and same stalk,
To grow and flourish as one.
*According to legend, crows are filial pious.