The grasshopper was a burden to me.
It knew of something hurtful to me.
In a dream I squashed the grasshopper.
Why was the grasshopper such a burden?
Its singing hindered me from sleeping,
All flesh is grass was still its burden.
Unlike the owl, the bat, the loris,
The grasshopper is no power of darkness.
It sings at ease in the light of the sun.
Did I lie at ease in the light of the sun?
The grasshopper hindered me from sleeping.
If so, then how could I be dreaming?
The grasshopper is no more a burden.
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