La Fontaine
La Cigale et la Fourmi
La Cigale, ayant chanté
Tout l'été
Se trouva fort dépourvue
Quand la bise fut venue:
Pas un seul petit morceau
De mouche ou de vermisseau.
Elle alla crier famine
Chez la Fourmi sa voisine,
La priant de lui prêter
Quelque grain pour subsister
Jusqu'à la saison nouvelle.
"Je vous paierai, lui dit-elle,
Avant l'oût, foi d'animal,
Intérêt et principal."
La Fourmi n'est pas prêteuse:
C'est là son moindre défaut.
"Que faisiez-vous au temps chaud?
Dit-elle à cette emprunteuse.
— Nuit et jour à tout venant
Je chantais, ne vous déplaise.
— Vous chantiez? j'en suis fort aise:
Eh bien! Dansez maintenant."
The Cicada and the Ant
Cicada, having sung her song
All summer long,
Found herself without a crumb
When winter winds did come.
Not a scrap was there to find
Of fly or earthworm, any kind.
Hungry, she ran off to cry
To neighbor Ant, and specify:
Asking for a loan of grist,
A seed or two so she'd subsist
Just until the coming spring.
She said, "I'll pay you everything
Before fall, my word as animal,
Interest and principal."
Well, no hasty lender is the Ant;
It's her finest virtue by a lot.
"And what did you do when it was hot?"
She then asked this mendicant.
"To all comers, night and day,
I sang. I hope you don't mind."
"You sang?" Why, my joy is unconfined.
Now dance the winter away."
All summer long,
Found herself without a crumb
When winter winds did come.
Not a scrap was there to find
Of fly or earthworm, any kind.
Hungry, she ran off to cry
To neighbor Ant, and specify:
Asking for a loan of grist,
A seed or two so she'd subsist
Just until the coming spring.
She said, "I'll pay you everything
Before fall, my word as animal,
Interest and principal."
Well, no hasty lender is the Ant;
It's her finest virtue by a lot.
"And what did you do when it was hot?"
She then asked this mendicant.
"To all comers, night and day,
I sang. I hope you don't mind."
"You sang?" Why, my joy is unconfined.
Now dance the winter away."
Con ve và con kiến
Ve sầu kêu ve ve,
Suốt mùa hè.
Ðến kỳ gió bấc thổi,
Nguồn cơn thật bối rối.
Một miếng cơm chẳng còn,
Ruồi bọ không một con.
Vác miệng chịu khúm núm
Sang chị Kiến hàng xóm,
Xin cùng chị cho vay,
Dăm ba hạt qua ngày.
"Từ nay sang tháng hạ,
Em lại xin đem trả.
Trước thu, thề Ðất Giời!
Xin đủ cả vốn lời."
Tính Kiến ghét vay cậy;
Thói ấy chẳng hề chi.
— Nắng ráo chú làm gì?
Kiến hỏi Ve như vậy.
Ve rằng:
— Luôn đêm ngày,
Tôi hát, thiệt gì bác.
Kiến rằng:
— Xưa chú hát! Nay thử múa coi đây.
Thói ấy chẳng hề chi.
— Nắng ráo chú làm gì?
Kiến hỏi Ve như vậy.
Ve rằng:
— Luôn đêm ngày,
Tôi hát, thiệt gì bác.
Kiến rằng:
— Xưa chú hát! Nay thử múa coi đây.
Bản dịch Nguyễn Văn Vĩnh
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