The four-horned antelope knows that it’s you who tosses fruit from the beechwood tree. I’ll go to another beechwood, I don’t like your fruit.
Stories of Past Lives 22 The Book of the Ones The Four-horned Antelope Hounds: a past life story
The dogs raised in the royal family, pedigreed, handsome and strong, are not slaughtered, we are slaughtered—this is not the mutts deserving death, <j>this is the killing of the weak.
Stories of Past Lives 23 The Book of the Ones The Four-horned Antelope The King’s Thoroughbred: a past life story
Though lying on my side pierced by many arrows, the king’s stallion beats a gelding—harness me now, charioteer.
Stories of Past Lives 24 The Book of the Ones The Four-horned Antelope The Thoroughbred: a past life story
Whenever whenever, wherever whenever, wherever wherever, whenever whenever: the thoroughbred drives onward, while the geldings fade right there.
Stories of Past Lives 25 The Book of the Ones The Four-horned Antelope Fords: a past life story