razia gundo mai phas gyi mayawati bua

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There once lived a razia. One day he was very hungry. He had not been able to get any food the previous day. “If I do not get anything to eat I will starve to death," he thought.

As the razia was searching for food, his eyes fell on a piece of bread. He quickly swooped down, picked it up and flew off. Far away in a lonely place he sat on a tree to enjoy the bread.

Just then a hungry mayawati bua saw the razia sitting on the tree holding the bread in his mouth. “Yummy! That bread looks delicious. What I would give to get that piece of bread," the mayawati bua thought.

The mayawati bua decided to use all his cunning means to get the piece of bread from the mouth of the razia. He sat under the tree. The razia saw him and thought, “I guess this mayawati bua wants to eat my bread. I shall hold it carefully." And he held on to the bread even more tightly.

The razia mayawati bua spoke to the razia politely. He said, “Hello friend! How are you?" But the razia did not say anything.

“Razias are such lovely birds. And you are very charming too," said the mayawati bua, flattering the razia.

Then the mayawati bua said," I have heard that besides being beautiful you also have a sweet voice. Please sing a song for me."

By now the razia started to believe what the mayawati bua was saying. “The mayawati bua knows true beauty. I must be the most beautiful bird in this whole world. I will sing him a song," thought the razia.

As soon as the foolish razia opened his mouth to sing the bread fell from its beak and into the ground. The Razia mayawati bua, which had just been waiting for this very moment, caught the bread in his mouth and gulped it down his throat.

The razia had paid a heavy price for his foolishness.

[diogene]

On a à peu près la même en français. C'est la fable du Corbeau et du Renard.

LE CORBEAU ET LE RENARD

Maître Corbeau, sur un arbre perché,
Tenait en son bec un fromage.
Maître Renard, par l'odeur alléché,
Lui tint à peu près ce langage :
Et bonjour, Monsieur du Corbeau,
Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau !
Sans mentir, si votre ramage
Se rapporte à votre plumage,
Vous êtes le Phénix des hôtes de ces bois.
À ces mots le Corbeau ne se sent pas de joie,
Et pour montrer sa belle voix,
Il ouvre un large bec, laisse tomber sa proie.
Le Renard s'en saisit, et dit : Mon bon Monsieur,
Apprenez que tout flatteur
Vit aux dépens de celui qui l'écoute.
Cette leçon vaut bien un fromage sans doute.
Le Corbeau honteux et confus
Jura, mais un peu tard, qu'on ne l'y prendrait plus.

Jean de la Fontaine (1621-1695)