1. If a butcher becomes the shepherd of a flock
Each day there is slaughtered lamb torn apart

2. May God curse a butcher sharpening his knife
His knee a burden pressing down on the chest

3. The shadows of spilled blood appear in his eyes
And beneath his fangs, bared teeth grinning

4. The redness of his shoes, belt, and what
Speaks on his chest of his wading in blood

5. He hovers over it like a wolf over prey
Not every slaughterer, if you ponder, is gentle

6. In his mouth a knife, both of them
To its blood from desire sucking

7. He forcefully grabs it with his left hand
Cheek to the ground, stuck in the dirt

8. It almost dies of anxiety before slaughter
And what it suffers of anguish, it expires

9. Veins gushed when he tightened his strangle
God, before slaughter, it is about to suffocate

10. I did not see it become more than gentle
So why does he grow more violent and enraged?

11. The butcher's victim began a farewell
On its neck thrashing, squealing, and shrieking

12. The red of death and its blueness flashed
At a basin of death like a terrible storm

13. On its neck a red hue of death
And on the butcher’s blade the last blue

14. It sees the colors of death, terrible and alarming
So its eyes stare at it intensely

15. He loomed over it, shiny and blue
And poured over it, bright and red

16. When it tasted him, its tongue tried to spit
If only a tongue could spit bitterness

17. It attacked him when the calamity pained it
To cut him off from the hatred it tastes

18. It thrashes from the heat of the weapon on its neck
And with saliva, breath, and blood gushing

19. It covers the spurting of blood and its flowing
And the victim’s share reaches it, so it gasps

20. When it moans, the barn sounds
Like flames that prolong the blowing and ignite

21. It attempts with its last breath, distressed by it
And failed to return it when splitting

22. Its soul wavered between neck and spell
Both endings are death, perpetual and confined

23. It saddened my heart and softened it, and still
My tears over the likes of it flow

24. How many victims shudder at its fall
Skins tremble and souls shudder and flee

25. The most heartbreaking sacrifices are those
Offered by a shepherd to the wolf, howling