The chickpea
A chickpea in a pot leaps from the flame
out from the boiling water,
crying, "Why do you set fire to me? You chose me, bought me, brought me home for this?"
The cook hits it with the spoon into the pot.
No! Boil nicely, don't jump away from the one who makes fire.
I don't boil you out of hatred.
Through boiling you may grow flavorful and nourishing, and united with
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