There was once a blacksmith who had a little dog. While he worked at his forge, the dog slept; but when he sat down to eat, it was wide awake. One day he tossed it a bone, saying, “You wretched, sleepy little dog, what am I to do with you, so overcome by laziness? Whenever I strike my anvil, you stretch out on your bed; but the moment I start working my jaws, up you jump and wag your tail at me.” This fable rebukes sleepy idlers who look to the labors of others for their living.
Ἦν τις χαλκεὺς κυνάριον ἔχων. Τούτου χαλκεύοντος, τὸ κυνάριον ἐκοιμᾶτο· καὶ οὖ πάλιν ἐσθίοντος, ἐγρηγόρει. Οὗτος ἐπέδῥιψψεν ὀστοῦν ταῦτα λαλῶν· ,,ὦ ταλαίπωρον κυνάριον ὑπνῶδες, τί σοι ποιήσω ὄκνῳ κατεχομένῳ; ὅτε μὲν γὰρ τὸ ἀκμώνιόν μου προσκρούσω, ἐπανακλίνεις σεαυτὸν ἐπὶ κραββάτου· ὅτε δὲ πάλιν τοὺς ὀδόντας κινήσω, εὐθύς ἐγείρῃ καὶ τὴν κέρκον μοι σείεις.“
Ὁ μῦθος οὗτος τούς ὑπνώδεις καὶ ἀργώδεις καὶ εἰς ἀλλοτρίων πόνους ἀποβλέποντας ἐλέγχει.
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