O fairest of the wild asses Pasture on the greenest grasses! O beast of Eden, did your clan, Witnessing the fall of Man, Then forswear the bit and bridle For a Life divinely idle: O ass that stood by the knowledge tree, If I pray for you, will you bray for me?
O onager of Holy Land, Did you eat from Peter's Hand? Could you swallow Paul's epistles, When garnished with a stalk of thistles? O donkey of the plains of Troy, I've loved you since I was a boy. Let others prate of Arab Steeds; Come live with me and eat my weeds!
And though you won’t win any races, Wild asses have the nicest faces. O creatures of deserted plains, May the gods preserve your manes; Preserve you from the winds and rains, And predators with larger brains.
O animal of barren wadis, Preferring water to hot toddies, You are forced to roam and ramble Through deserts that would starve a camel. O burro of the sands and rocks, Not needing horseshoes (or horse socks),
At each oasis find a feast, Beast of the East, to say the least. *of May ・Sounding・h, p21