One night a tired labourer was resting in this shelter when he heard a nightingale singing. The nightingale sang very pleasingly spreading harmony and bliss around. The labourer listened to it all through the night. He was so impressed with the nightingale's song that he decided to trap it.
Next day, the labourer set a ploy for the nightingale and capture it. he said, 'O little nightingale, your song was pleasing that I am forced to trap you. I will forever keep you with me, so that you sing to my delight every night'.
The nightingale was somber. It said, 'O mighty human, you can trap me but my voice is free. I cannot sing to my heart in this bondage you have laid around. I feel wrecked. In fact, we nightingales never sing in cage. Set me free right away'.
The labourer was wicked. He said, 'O little bird, if you do not sing in cage, then you are worthless for me. But instead of setting you free, I will rather kill you and eat you. I have heard that your flesh is sweet as your voice'.
Next day, the labourer set a ploy for the nightingale and capture it. he said, 'O little nightingale, your song was pleasing that I am forced to trap you. I will forever keep you with me, so that you sing to my delight every night'.
The nightingale was somber. It said, 'O mighty human, you can trap me but my voice is free. I cannot sing to my heart in this bondage you have laid around. I feel wrecked. In fact, we nightingales never sing in cage. Set me free right away'.
The labourer was wicked. He said, 'O little bird, if you do not sing in cage, then you are worthless for me. But instead of setting you free, I will rather kill you and eat you. I have heard that your flesh is sweet as your voice'.
The nightingale was horrified to hear the labourer. He said, 'Mercy! I plead , please do not kill me. Set me free and I will let you know three things which far exceed my miniature body!'
The labourer believed the nightingale and set it free. The nightingale flew and perched on a high branch of a nearby tree. She said, 'As promised I will let you know three things - firstly never believe a captive's promise; secondly be contended and keep what you have and thirdly, never bewail over what has been lost forever'.
Moral: Sorrow not over what is lost forever.
Proverb: A bird in hand is worth two in the bush.
The labourer believed the nightingale and set it free. The nightingale flew and perched on a high branch of a nearby tree. She said, 'As promised I will let you know three things - firstly never believe a captive's promise; secondly be contended and keep what you have and thirdly, never bewail over what has been lost forever'.
Moral: Sorrow not over what is lost forever.
Proverb: A bird in hand is worth two in the bush.
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