The sheep

Oh sheep of the land and of the mountain

you have given your trust to the herdsman

he tended you and fed you for long

and you gave him your wool and your milk

to warm and clothe and nourish his children

And now the shepherd will take away your life

and his pain will be as deep as your pain

for he has grown as fond of you are you are of him

His hand do not rejoice to handle the knife

and deal the fatal blow, the sacrifice

Look at the sun and the grass and the meadow

for one last time before they are in red stained

and know that your flesh will return to the earth

and one day you shall be born again

and the pain you have endeared will then be sweet