in this world,
oh, grasses and herbs,
shrubs, crops and giant trees!
you transpire,
you respire,
you photosynthesize and purify,
you anthesis and beautify,
you fertilize to give fruits and grains,
and then
you are robbed, tore, and lopped
to make ropes, thatches, and clothes
again
when you are expired
you decay and degrade
to become soil
or
you are chopped down
and burnt to ashes
and you give us fire to cook food
that benefit the human empire
giving us chances to survive
and,
now you are no more there
to see our hypocrite life,
to observe the thanksgivings
we give to our fellow people
But no thanksgivings to you!
Bidur Chaulagain