Prevod
(To those who profit from information supplied by others, yet are ungrateful enough not to acknowledge them.) Laden with rabbits And faint with the heat, One afternoon a Hunter Was making his way home from far afield. Along the road he met, 5 Not far from the village, A friend and neighbor, And began to tell him of his good fortune. "I toiled all day," He said, "but what of that? 10 A better day's hunting I have never had, nor ever shall. "Since early morning, It is true, I have endured The blazing sun; 15 But look at the young rabbits I have here. "I tell you, and I tell you again, Without a trace of vanity, That in this whole district There is no hunter more skillful than I." 20 With an attentive ear A Ferret listened To this speech From the cork carrier that served him as a home. Poking his pointed snout 25 Out through the netting, He said to his master, "I beg A word or two, if you will pardon me. "Come now, which of us Was it who worked the hardest? 30 Those young rabbits, and the others— Who caught them for you, if not I? "Master! Am I worth so little That I am treated so? It seems to me 35 You might at least have mentioned me." Anyone would think This moral reminder Would surely make A deep impression on the Hunter; but not at all. 40 He remained as unruffled As an ungrateful writer Who profits from another's help And never names his benefactor.
