The deer in the mountains, calling out so clear,
Startled from the deep thicket, rushing in fear.
Suddenly, chariots and men appear,
It looks back in panic, then flees far and near.
A porter with his load stands right in its way,
The clash is so sudden, no hand can hold sway.
A single man cannot the strong beast subdue,
But with help from both sides, they manage to pursue.
My horse halts where it stands, the path narrow and steep,
Not daring to gallop, a cautious watch to keep.
I think to let it go, set the creature free,
Yet fear its sudden charge might turn and injure me.
Its four legs are then bound, it struggles with great might,
In silent rage it fumes, deprived of all its flight.
By turns, on shoulders eight, the burden they convey,
Across nine post-stages, they carry it away.
With the wind at their backs, sweat soaks through every shirt,
By dusk they reach the lodge, exhausted from the hurt.
They loosen the ropes and lay it in the courtyard's space,
Its faint breath has now ceased, life gone without a trace.
This differs from the hunt, where flags the game pursue,
Hard to judge as public duty or private issue.
Meeting a skillful butcher, the blade falls with a sound,
Swift and sharp, the cuts follow where his arm is found.
The meat is shared among the soldiers, every one,
Ensuring none receives a portion more or none.
To share wine with the troops has long been held as right,
How much more when this feast reaches every mouth in sight.
Hearing its cry, I cannot bear to eat the meat,
This principle I alone resolve to keep complete.
Alas, for this slight deer, so humble and so small,
To share its fate with us seems not chance after all.
Not driven by the chase, nor trapped by cunning snare,
Nor lured by bait or guile into this fatal lair.
It hesitated, yet went to the place of death,
Like a pestle thrown down, meeting the mortar's breath.
Was it perhaps it lost its way, its sense of direction,
And brought this doom upon itself by blind misdirection?
Those others in the wild, amidst the brambles deep,
If they but knew this tale, would they a warning keep?