Lyrics Мира Максимова - Басня про Молву
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Как-то шли старик и внук, взяв осла в свой путь.
Внук устал - решился вдруг отдохнуть чуть-чуть.
И сказал старик ему: "Оседлай осла!"
Сел внучок, и посему тут пошла молва:
"Ах, какой юнец плохой - бедный дед идёт".
Внук такой-то и сякой... "Бедный старый дед".
Прыгнул мальчик тут с осла, сел тогда старик.
Всё ж не унялась молва - продолжался крик:
"Боже! Что за дед такой? Бедный внук его!
И осел худой такой, слезь скорей с него".
И пошли пешком тогда внук и дед вдвоем.
Началась тут беготня, начался тут звон:
"Посмотрите, как глупы, Боже, смех какой!
Есть осел, вот дураки, а они пешком".
Тут понять уж не могли, что к чему и как?
Сели вместе - поплели. Те кричали так:
"Как не жалко вам осла! Упадёт ведь он.
Скинуть может ведь со зла - он осел, не слон!".
Слезли дед и внук с него, и сказал тут дед:
«Не нести же нам его на плечах? – сил нет».
Что же делать, как же быть? Где же правда тут?
Нет здесь правды - надо жить, жить и в этом суть.
Жить, молвы не слушая. Жить, как знаешь сам.
Зло с добром не путая, жить - ответ мой вам.
© Мира Максимова, 1998 год, перевод китайской мудрости.
Once an old man and a grandson were walking, taking a donkey on their way.
The grandson was tired - he suddenly decided to rest a little.
And the old man said to him: "Saddle the donkey!"
The granddaughter sat down, and therefore the rumor began to spread:
"Oh, what a bad youth - poor grandfather is coming."
Grandson of such and such ... "Poor old grandfather."
A boy jumped from a donkey, then the old man sat down.
All the same, the rumor did not subside - the cry continued:
"God! What kind of grandfather is this? Poor grandson!"
And such a thin donkey, get off him soon. "
And then the grandson and grandfather went on foot together.
The bustle began here, the ringing began here:
"Look how stupid, God, what a laugh!
There is a donkey, here are fools, and they are on foot. "
Here they could not understand what was what and how?
We sat down together - we dragged along. They shouted like this:
"How not sorry you donkey! He will fall.
He can throw it off from evil - he is a donkey, not an elephant! "
The grandfather and the grandson got off him, and then the grandfather said:
“Can't we carry it on our shoulders? - no strength".
What to do, how to be? Where is the truth here?
There is no truth here - you have to live, live, and this is the essence.
To live without listening to rumors. Live as you know yourself.
Not confusing evil with good, to live is my answer to you.
© Mira Maksimova, 1998, translation of Chinese wisdom.
The grandson was tired - he suddenly decided to rest a little.
And the old man said to him: "Saddle the donkey!"
The granddaughter sat down, and therefore the rumor began to spread:
"Oh, what a bad youth - poor grandfather is coming."
Grandson of such and such ... "Poor old grandfather."
A boy jumped from a donkey, then the old man sat down.
All the same, the rumor did not subside - the cry continued:
"God! What kind of grandfather is this? Poor grandson!"
And such a thin donkey, get off him soon. "
And then the grandson and grandfather went on foot together.
The bustle began here, the ringing began here:
"Look how stupid, God, what a laugh!
There is a donkey, here are fools, and they are on foot. "
Here they could not understand what was what and how?
We sat down together - we dragged along. They shouted like this:
"How not sorry you donkey! He will fall.
He can throw it off from evil - he is a donkey, not an elephant! "
The grandfather and the grandson got off him, and then the grandfather said:
“Can't we carry it on our shoulders? - no strength".
What to do, how to be? Where is the truth here?
There is no truth here - you have to live, live, and this is the essence.
To live without listening to rumors. Live as you know yourself.
Not confusing evil with good, to live is my answer to you.
© Mira Maksimova, 1998, translation of Chinese wisdom.