Those who are fond of horses
Are willing even to preserve their dung
In baskets and their urine in jars—
So caring they are of their dearest horses.
But if it happens that gadflies light on
The horse’s back and suddenly
The groom blots them out,
The horse in fright can break its bit
And smash the groom on his breast,
Kicking the poor in one stroke to death.
The necessary inference is: the more care
That is taken of the horses,
The more does their fondness
For their admirers disappear.
Ought not caution to be exercised
In the breeding the dearest horses?
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Sandie
And little trouble understanding this Chinese parable about horses and men.
Ron