Social Life in the Insect World

Social Life in the Insect World

Jean-Henri Fabre

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Fabre had many scholarly achievements. He was a popular teacher, physicist, chemist, and botanist. However, he is probably best known for his findings in the field of entomology, the study of insects, and is considered by many to be the father of modern entomology. Much of his enduring popularity is due to his marvelous teaching ability and his manner of writing about the lives of insects in biographical form.

Chapter 1 No.1

Jour de Dièu, queto caud! Bèu tèms pèr la Cigalo,

Que, trefoulido, se regalo

D'uno raisso de fio; bèu tèms per la meissoun.

Dins lis erso d'or, lou segaire,

Ren plega, pitre au vent, rustico e canto gaire;

Dins soun gousiè, la set estranglo la cansoun.

Tèms benesi pèr tu. Dounc, ardit! cigaleto,

Fai-lei brusi, ti chimbaleto,

E brandusso lou ventre à creba ti mirau.

L'Ome enterin mando le daio,

Que vai balin-balan de longo e que dardaio

L'ulau de soun acié sus li rous espigau.

Plèn d'aigo pèr la péiro e tampouna d'erbiho

Lou coufié sus l'anco pendiho.

Si la péiro es au frès dins soun estui de bos,

E se de longo es abèurado,

L'Ome barbelo au fio d'aqueli souleiado

Que fan bouli de fes la mesoulo dis os.

Tu, Cigalo, as un biais pèr la set: dins la rusco

Tendro e jutouso d'uno busco,

L'aguio de toun bè cabusso e cavo un pous.

Lou siro monto pèr la draio.

T'amourres à la fon melicouso que raio,

E dou sourgènt sucra bèves lou teta-dous.

Mai pas toujour en pas. Oh! que nàni; de laire,

Vesin, vesino o barrulaire,

T'an vist cava lou pous. An set; vènon, doulènt,

Te prène un degout pèr si tasso.

Mesfiso-te, ma bello: aqueli curo-biasso,

Umble d'abord, soun lèu de gusas insoulènt.

Quiston un chicouloun di rèn, pièi de ti resto

Soun plus countènt, ausson la testo

E volon tout: L'auran. Sis arpioun en rastèu

Te gatihoun lou bout de l'alo.

Sus tu larjo esquinasso es un mounto-davalo;

T'aganton pèr lou bè, li bano, lis artèu;

Tiron d'eici, d'eilà. L'impaciènci te gagno.

Pst! pst! d'un giscle de pissagno

Aspèrges l'assemblado e quites lou ramèu.

T'en vas bèn liuen de la racaio,

Que t'a rauba lou pous, e ris, e se gougaio,

E se lipo li brego enviscado de mèu.

Or d'aqueli boumian abèura sens fatigo,

Lou mai tihous es la fournigo.

Mousco, cabrian, guespo e tavan embana,

Espeloufi de touto meno,

Costo-en-long qu'à toun pous lou soulcias ameno,

N'an pas soun testardige à te faire enana.

Pèr l'esquicha l'artèu, te coutiga lou mourre,

Te pessuga lou nas, pèr courre

A l'oumbro du toun ventre, osco! degun la vau.

Lou marrit-pèu prend pèr escalo

Uno patto e te monto, ardido, sus lis alo,

E s'espasso, insoulènto, e vai d'amont, d'avau.

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