Friday, April 23, 2021


By Tararith

Fish dart left and right in the lake

Leaping to escape their predators.

They rush against eddies, caught in whirlpools

Struggling to find a way to survive.


Seeking shelter in streams and channels

They swim forward and backward to

Outwit the treacherous snakes

That chase swiftly after them.


Snakes hunt in these deadly waters.

The panicked fish dart in fear, gills quivering.

Then from the air a hungry white heron

Swoops down and stabs at their fins.


To be born fish on this great planet

Is to struggle beyond what one can ensure.

They bemoan their sorrowful condition.

What can free them from this perpetual suffering?


Translate by  Bunkong Tuon

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