thag.4.11 Theragatha

Sappaka

the lazy frogs croak:
When the crane with its beautiful white wings,
startled by fear of the dark thundercloud,
flees, seeking shelter—
then the River Ajakaraṇī delights me.
When the crane, so pure and white,
startled by fear of the dark thundercloud,
seeks a cave to shelter in, but can’t see one—
then the River Ajakaraṇī delights me.
Who wouldn’t be delighted
by the rose-apple trees
that adorn both banks of the river,
there, behind my cave?
Rid of snakes, that death-mad swarm,
“Today isn’t the time to stray from mountain streams;
Ajakaraṇī is safe, pleasant, and delightful.”