Prevod

A merchant had done good business at the fair, sold all his wares, and filled his money belt with gold and silver. Now he wanted to ride home and arrive before nightfall. So he strapped the valise containing his money onto his horse and rode away. At noon he stopped to rest in a town. When he was ready to go on, the stablehand brought out his horse, but said, "Sir, there is a nail missing from the shoe on its left hind hoof." "Let it be," replied the merchant. "The shoe will surely hold for the six hours I still have to travel. I am in a hurry." That afternoon, when he had dismounted again and ordered some bread for his horse, the stablehand came into the room and said, "Sir, your horse has lost the shoe from its left hind hoof. Shall I take it to the blacksmith?" "Let it be," replied the merchant. "The horse will surely manage the few hours that remain. I am in a hurry." He rode on, but before long the horse began to limp. It had not limped far before it began to stumble, and it had not stumbled far before it fell and broke a leg. The merchant had to leave the horse lying there, unstrap the valise, sling it over his shoulder, and walk home, where he did not arrive until late that night. "That wretched nail," he said to himself, "is to blame for all this misfortune."

More haste, less speed.