I Surrender Poem by Zafar Iqbal

I got to the woods
of the my hamlet to swoop down on a tigeress,
and give the people some riddance from her likely prowl. But when I step in the mountain
I see no dears
I see no bears,
I see a den of three.
The mother and her two cubs
I don't kill them
I see a den of three
The mother and her two cubs
I don't kill them either.
Suddenly, in everywhere a den,
and three of them.
I surrendered my place to mountain.