Horse prayer
Feed me, master, drink me and give me clean, roomy stable,
when daily work is ended.
Talk to me, because your voice replaces the rein.
If you will be kind, I serve you with a pleasure
and find the place in my heart.
Don’t tug the rein, please, don’t touch on the whip, if we go forward.
Give me time to understand your intention.
Don’t beat me, if I cannot understand you.
I am not careful, if I cannot satisfy your will - maybe,
the saddle or the horseshoes are not in order.
Don’t leash me so tight and don’t cut my tail,
which is the only weapon I had against flies and mosquitoes.
When you find, that my days are shortened, when I could not serve you,
my lovely master, don’t let me, please,
be hungry and froze and don’t sell me.
Be so honest and prepare me the speed, merciful death
and God will appreciate you for that and for ever.