Prevod

(Very foolish and envious is he who finds fault with a small oversight in a great work.) The Ox was plowing; and nearby, the Cicada sang out to him: “Oh, oh! What a crooked furrow you have made!” But he replied: “My dear madam, if all the rest were not straight, 5 you would not know what was crooked. So hold your tongue, you idle faultfinder; I serve my master well, and he forgives me one oversight among so many things done right.” Just look who brought so trifling a charge against whom! 10 A Cicada against the most useful of beasts. But has my meaning, I wonder, been understood by one who dares to censure a slight defect in a great work?