A Labourer lay listening to a Nightingale’s song
throughout the summer night. So pleased was he with it
that the next night he set a trap for it and captured it.
‘Now that I have caught thee,’ he cried, ‘thou shalt always
sing to me.’
‘We Nightingales never sing in a cage.’ said the bird.
‘Then I’ll eat thee.’ said the Labourer. ‘I have always
heard say that a nightingale on toast is dainty morsel.’
‘Nay, kill me not,’ said the Nightingale; ‘but let me
free, and I’ll tell thee three things far better worth than my
poor body.’ The Labourer let him loose, and he flew up to
a branch of a tree and said: ‘Never believe a captive’s
promise; that’s one thing. Then again: Keep what you
have. And third piece of advice is: Sorrow not over what
is lost forever.’ Then the song-bird flew away.
Moral Lesson: Sorrow not over what
is lost forever.