**The donkey saw the nightingale And he says to him: “Listen, my friend! You, they say, are a great master of singing. I would very much like Judge for yourself, hearing your singing, Is your skill really great? Here the Nightingale began to show his art: Clicked, whistled In a thousand frets, pulled, shimmered; That gently he weakened And languid in the distance resounded with a flute, That small fraction suddenly crumbled through the grove.** - Image #4 <@1007207653652566116>
The donkey saw the nightingale And he says to him Listen, my friend You, they say, are a great master of singing. I would very much like Judge for yourself, hearing your singing, Is your skill really great? Here the Nightingale began to show his art Clicked, whistled In a thousand frets, pulled, shimmered That gently he weakened And languid in the distance resounded with a flute, That small fraction suddenly crumbled through the grove.