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The latch immediately grabs its guilty hand

And with his knee wide opens the door.

The cuckoo will snatch the sleeping dove:

Before the traitor can be perceived, he already betrays;

Everyone would flee far away if they saw the snake.

But she, fearless in the depths of her sweet sleep,

Lies at the mercy of his deadly sting.

"If you had deposited your honor within me, my man,

They seized it with a powerful raid from me.

Like the drone I remain, have I lost the honey?

Do I no longer have any essence of my summer?

From the wild theft, everything is plundered.

A rogue wasp has sneaked into the poor hive

And has sucked the honey from your pure bee."