Grass-eating animals do not dislike
To change their pastures;
Critters born in the water do not dislike
To change their waters. They all
Make a small change, but do not lose
What is the great and regular requirement
Of their nature and the way of survival.
For this reason, any joy, anger, sadness
And delight do not enter into their chests
In connection with things of existence.
Now the space under the sky is occupied
By all sorts of beings in their total unity.
When they possess that universal unity
And equally share it, then their limbs
And hundred parts of their bodily frames
Are but so much dust and dirt, while death
And life, their ending and their beginning,
Are but as the succession of day and night,
Which cannot disturb their enjoyment
Of every single moment of Life.
And how much less will they be troubled
By gain and loss, calamity and happiness,
Misfortune and good luck -- things to which
Only the humans are so strongly attached!
Love ya!
Jane
I think your poem suggests that humans who suffer much less stress if we acted more like animals and accepted what was laid before us to enjoy every minute of our lives until we are gone.
Ron