A man who was gathering locusts and killing them caught a cicada as well. When he was about to kill it too, the cicada said, “Man, do not kill me for nothing. I neither harm the ears of grain nor do you any other wrong. By moving the membranes within me, I make a sweet sound, delighting travelers. You will find nothing in me but a voice.” Hearing this, the man let it go.
Ἀνήρ τις, ἀκρίδας συλλέγων καὶ ἀποκτιννὺς, εἷλε καὶ τέττιγα. Ἐπεὶ δὲ κἀκεῖνον ἠβούλετο κτεῖναι, φησὶν ὁ τέττιξ· ,, ἄνθρωπε, μή με μάτην ἀνέλῃς· ἐγὼ γὰρ οὔτε στάχυν βλάπτω, οὔτʼ ἄλλο τι τῶν ἀπάντων σε ἀδικῶ· τῇ κινήσει δὲ τῶν ἐν ἐμοὶ ὑμένων ἡδὺ φθέγγομεαι, τέρπων τοὺς ὁδοιπόρους· φωνῆς οὖν παρʼ ἐμοὶ πλέον οὐδὲν εὑρήσεις.“ Κἀκεῖνος, ταῦτα ἀκούσας, ἀφῆκεν ἀπιέναι.
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