Even play has ended in fierce strife and anger.
Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.
Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
If the crow had been satisfied to eat his prey in silence, he would have had more meat and less quarreling and envy.