Une histoire une morale

[Cesar1]

[lala-moulati]

The stone in the road

There is a story told of a king who lived long ago in a country across the sea. He was a very wise king, and spared no effort to teach his people good habits. Often he did things which seemed to them strange and useless; but all that he did, he did to teach his people to be industrious and careful.
“Nothing good can come to a nation,” he said, “whose people complain and expect others to fix their problems for them. The good things of life are given to those who take matters into their own hands.”
One night, while everyone else slept, he placed a large stone in the road that led past his palace. Then he hid behind a hedge, and waited to see what would happen.
First came a farmer with his wagon heavily loaded with grain, which he was taking to the mill to be ground. “Well, whoever saw such carelessness?” he said crossly, as he turned his team and drove around the stone. “Why don’t these lazy people have that rock taken from the road?”
And so he went on complaining of the uselessness of others, but not touching the stone
himself.
Soon afterward, a young soldier came singing along the road. The long plume of his cap waved in the breeze, and a bright sword hung at his side. He was thinking of the wonderful bravery he would show in the war.
The soldier did not see the stone, but struck his foot against it and went sprawling in the dust. He rose to his feet, shook the dust from his clothes, picked up his sword, and stormed angrily about the lazy people who had no more sense than to leave such a huge rock in the road. Then he, too, walked away, not once thinking that he might move it
himself.
So the day passed. Everyone who came by complained and whined because the stone lay in the road, but no one touched it.
At last, just at nightfall, the miller’s daughter came past. She was a hard-working girl, and was very tired, because she had been busy since early morning at the mill. But she said to herself, “It is almost dark. Somebody may fall over this stone in the night, and perhaps he could be badly hurt. I will move it out of the way.”
So she tugged at the heavy stone. It was hard to move, but she pulled and pulled, and pushed, and lifted until at last she moved it from its place. To her surprise, she found a box underneath. She lifted the box. It was heavy, for it was filled with something. Upon it was written:
“This box belongs to the one who moves the stone.”
She opened the lid, and found it was full of gold!
The miller’s daughter went home with a happy heart. When the farmer and the soldier and all the others heard what had happened, they gathered around the spot in the road where the stone had been. They scratched at the dust with their feet, hoping to turn up a piece of gold.

“My friends,” said the king, “we often find obstacles and burdens in our way. We may complain out loud while we walk around them if we choose, or we can lift them and find out what they mean. Disappointment is usually the price of laziness.”
Then the wise king mounted his horse and, with a polite “Good evening,” rode away.

William J. Bennett
The Moral Compass

New York, Simon & Schuster, 1995

[lala-moulati]

J ai pris la liberte de recopier la fable en entier pour mieux comprendre la video.

J ai traduit la fin qui est une critique subtile du roi, adressé a son peuple de fainéants


«Mes amis," dit le roi, «nous nous confrontons souvent a des obstacles et a des contraintes sur notre chemin. Nous pourrions choisir de se plaindre à haute voix ou de continuer notre chemin; ou bien alors les soulever et voir ce qu'ils signifient.

La déception est généralement le prix de la paresse ".



Ne dit-on pas que: la critique est aisée, mais l'art est difficile.

[Cesar1]

Merci pour la traduction