The scene is such:
A few nights hence I crept through the night
And climbed into this man’s fields and released his horses.
For they did not deserve to be locked as they were,
I know he has no need for them truly,
So why shouldn’t they be free?
Our fields are joined, his next to mine,
I felt the urge to open the gate which blocks them,
And so I did.
I have long thought that all beings being equal,
Are beautiful when they are as they are.
As long as they attempt not to hide it, or lie of what they are,
Or worst of all, when they are forced to obey by charge–
Then I am most utterly outraged.
“I’ve come to see you about a horse,
I did not attempt to steal her,
Merely let her free.
I do not think it right my friend,
You should lock her up in a stable,
That is all.”
The listener is not impressed,
He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair.
I wonder how I could reach him,
I stare out of his cabin into the fields.
“The night has been quiet,
And I have slept. I have finally slept.
So now I came to speak to you
In depth, about the depths I delve into.
For when one is raged,
The mind is definitely caged.”
The listener remains unmoved,
Staring into my eyes,
I surely do hope he listens.
“They say those who hold onto anger,
Drink the poison themselves
And then they hope it wounds another.
My heart could have wept with rage.
Instead, I sighed quietly with respite.
And I let go of my anger,
For no good comes from this ache.
Therefore I have drunk no poison
And I hope you do not seek to drink your fill yet.”
This listener is a true man,
Yet still I ache, for in my attempts at kindness,
He appears still to disdain me.
“I, who can be judged,
Will not cast any stone;
So I have given it to you.
I wonder evenly though if you have the right to heave it?
You truly are a better man than I, Gunga Din,
That, I do trust, you know,
But all creatures do deserve to gallop.
I ask you, neigh, I beg you
Let them run free!
Let them be free to run!
You must understand,
I am solely a dog, a hound formed by sin.
Even so I try to move with virtue,
And when I see a being chained,
I need to break the shackles.
I seek not to hurt you.
Yet, all beings deserve to be free.”
The listener shifts from his seat and stands,
Moving to the window he looks at me with a glance.
He stares out towards his fields.
I pray he sees how it is truly better for us all,
To enjoy these fields,
Rather than lock ourselves in our own prisons.
It is as if he thought I meant to burn them.