Наивный голубь дом и кров
Нашёл среди ворон,
И пищу от своих врагов
Беспечно принял он.
Меж тем коварный птицелов
Им приготовил сеть –
Рыдают птицы! Голубь стал
О выборе жалеть.
Но ловчий – такова судьба! -
За ним следил, и вот
Он лишь ворону видит в нём,
И потому убьёт.
The Housedove, by Chidiock Tichborn (1558? – 1586)
A silly housedove happed to fall
amongst a flock of crows,
Which fed and filled her harmless craw
amongst her fatal foes.
The crafty fowler drew his net -
all his that he could catch -
The crows lament their hellish chance,
the dove repents her match.
But too, too late! it was her chance
the fowler did her spy,
And so did take her for a crow -
which thing caused her to die.