Aesop’s Fables

Part Two

The Horse and Groom

A Groom used to spend whole days in currycombing and rubbing down his Horse, but at the same time stole his oats and sold them for his own profit. "Alas!" said the Horse, "if you really wish me to be in good condition, you should groom me less, and feed me more..."

Aesop's Fables by Aesop

Translated by George Fyler Townsend

In Eight Parts

Part One
The Wolf and the Lamb

Wolf, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, "Well! I won't remain supper-less, even though you refute every one of my imputations." The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.

                                                      Just GOD

without song Again rain

with all of the overnight Again rain

contact to alone man

leaking on the carpet

again comes the voice of  dole

again sorrow

i  downed under the glass lonely

don’t know , don’t understand

what is the drizzle of lonely  pretty?

Don’t know  ,  why others don’t recognize

That child who shakes under the hit of the hard rain scourage

What is his ignominy pretty?

Don’t know

What the papa’s tear is

Which a thatch roof and iron in the force of rain’s boot

Rained on his wife and died butterflies slowly

What is the smell of love and lovely?

Don’t know

  Don’t know  ,  why others don’t recognize

That the love rain is not alone

Its continued song in the within of this hearts

What is our death pretty?

Don’t understand

I remember that rainy day

I remember my mother died in the corner of the rain

I was a ten year old child

Ran under the rain for the living wage

My mother fell down

She was dying  tranquilly in the city’s downed alleys

There were I and the rain and the street’s flowers only

Don’t know

What is the slush pretty?

Karoo Dardarian                                   translated by :Saeid Ahmadpour

in the name of GOD

hello all of you (my friends) specially who are intrested in learning ENGLISH language. my name is saeid and the first purpose of  mine that is which sharing some beneficial interpretations for every one knows about this language, then i hope you be satisfied about it.........so long i love you    affectionatly