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Le corbeau et le
renard
Maître Corbeau,
sur un arbre perché,
Tenait en son bec un fromage.
Maître Renard, par l'odeur alléché,
Lui tint à peu près ce langage :
"Hé ! bonjour, Monsieur du Corbeau.
Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau
!
Sans mentir, si votre ramage
Se rapporte à votre plumage,
Vous êtes le Phénix des hôtes de ces bois."
A ces mots le Corbeau ne se sent pas de joie ;
Et pour montrer sa belle voix,
Il ouvre un large bec, laisse tomber sa proie.
Le Renard s'en saisit, et dit : "Mon bon
Monsieur,
Apprenez que tout flatteur
Vit aux dépens de celui qui l'écoute :
Cette leçon vaut bien un fromage, sans doute.
"
Le Corbeau, honteux et confus,
Jura, mais un peu tard, qu'on ne l'y prendrait
plus.
The Crow and the
Fox
Master Crow
perched on a tree,
Was holding a cheese in his beak.
Master Fox attracted by the smell
Said something like this:
"Well, Hello Mister Crow!
How beautiful you are! how nice you seem to
me!
Really, if your voice
Is like your plumage,
You are the phoenix of all the inhabitants of
these woods."
At these words, the Crow is overjoyed.
And in order to show off his beautiful voice,
He opens his beak wide, lets his prey fall
The Fox grabs it, and says: "My good man,
Learn that every flatterer
Lives at the expense of the one who listens to
him.
This lesson, whitout doubt, is well worth a
cheese."
The Crow, ashamed and embarrassed,
Swore, but a little late, that he would not be
taken again.
| fable traduite par: |
| Alfred Bouchard |
Jim Moore |
| Margaret B. Griffith |
Ruth Parker |
| Edith Guggenheim |
Jeanne L. Pitt |
| Nolan Hansen |
Ivy Reed |
| Ingrid B. Hirsch |
Danelia Romig |
| Donald MacMillan |
Ruth Scolnik |
| Joan McElroy |
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| Programme Elderhostel,
Trois-Rivières |
| Québec Juin
1997 | The Crow and The
Fox
At the top of a tree perched Master Crow;
In his beak he was holding a cheese.
Drawn by the smell, Master Fox spoke,
below.
The words, more or less, were
these:
"Hey, now, Sir Crow! Good day, good
day!
How very handsome you do look, how
grandly distingué!
No lie, if those songs
you sing
Match the plumage of your
wing,
You're the phoenix of these woods,
our choice."
Hearing this, the Crow was
all rapture and wonder.
To show off his
handsome voice,
He opened beak wide and
let go of his plunder.
The Fox snapped it
up and then said, "My Good Sir,
Learn that
each flatterer
Lives at the cost of those
who heed.
This lesson is well worth the
cheese, indeed."
The Crow, ashamed and
sick,
Swore, a bit late, not to fall again
for that trick.
Columbia education
translation
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