The Wolf and the Cuckoo – Jataka Tales

Kriloff’s Original Fables
” Neighbour, farewell ! ” a Wolf to a Cuckoo said : ” A wasted time have I too long here led,
In hopes of rest ! Of mart and dogs the spite
One worse than other here ; and, though an angel thou,
With them thou’lt have to fight.” — ” And is thy road a long one now ? Where lives the people honoured so by thee,
With whom thou hopest e’er in peace to dwell ? ” — ” I’m off unto the nearest dell Of happy Arcady.
Ah, that’s a country, neighbour dear
!
What war is none there ever hear
;
Mild as their lambs, men love not slaughter,
And rivers run with milk not water
;
In one word, there the age of gold doth reign ! Men all like brothers to each other act
;
Dogs bite not, and they say ’tis fact, They bark not. Oh ! what gain,
Say, would it not, my sweet friend, be,
A land like that, though but in sleep, to see ? In such blest place to seek and find repose ? Recall no ill of him that to it goes :
I hope to live there, far from any foes, In ease, in comfort, and in peace ! Not as ’tis here : where day but danger shows,
And e’en the night doth not from watchfulness release.” — “A happy journey to thee, and good cheer ! But what about those ways and teeth of thine,
Dost take them, or dost leave them here ? ” — ” Leave them, that would indeed be fine ! ” — ” Then mark my words, and choose : Keep them, and thou thy skin wilt lose.”
Those, whose vile tempers are the worst,
‘Gainst others to cry out are always first
:
No one is kind, they say, where’er they turn, And ne’er by kindness try to kindness earn.