Little fish will become large,
Hopefully God will urge him to live.
But let go of him while waiting,
I hold for myself that this is madness ;
Because catching up to him he’s not too sure.
A Carpeau who was still only fretine
Was caught by a Fisherman by a river.
Things are numbered, saith the man when he saw his spoil ;
This is the beginning of dear and feast :
Let’s put it in our game.
Poor Carpillon said to him in his own way :
What will you do with me ? I could not provide
At most half a mouth ;
Let me Carp become :
I’ll be picked up by you.
Some big partisan will buy me very expensive,
Instead you need to look for them
Maybe like a hundred of my size
To make a dish. What dish ? believe me, nothing worth.
Nothing worth ? well be, returned the Fisherman ;
Fish my good friend, who make the Preacher,
You shall go into the pan ; and you may say :
From tonight we’ll fry you.
One of yours is worth, it is said, better than two you will have it ;
One is safe, the other is not.