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.
Donít tug the rein, please, donít touch on the whip, if we go forward.
Give me time to understand your intention.
Donít 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.
Donít leash me so tight and donít 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, donít let me, please,
be hungry and froze and donít sell me.
Be so honest and prepare me the speed, merciful death
and God will appreciate you for that and for ever.