Non loin des rochers de l\u2019Atlas,
\nAu milieu des d\u00e9serts o\u00f9 cent tribus \ufefferrantes
\nProm\u00e8nent au hasard leurs chameaux et leurs tentes,
\nUn jour certain enfant pr\u00e9cipitait ses pas.
\nC\u2019\u00e9tait le jeune fils de quelque musulmane
\n\ufeffQui s\u2019en allait en caravane.
\nQuand sa m\u00e8re dormait, il courait le pays.
\nDans un ravin profond, loin de l\u2019aride plaine,
\n\ufeffNotre enfant trouve une fontaine ;
\nAupr\u00e8s, un beau dattier tout couvert de ses fruits.
\n\u00d4 quel bonheur ! dit-il, ces dattes, cette eau claire
\nM\u2019appartiennent ; sans moi, dans ce lieu solitaire,
\n\ufeffCes tr\u00e9sors cach\u00e9s, inconnus,
\n\ufeffDemeuraient \u00e0 jamais perdus.
\nJe les ai d\u00e9couverts, ils sont ma r\u00e9compense.
\nParlant ainsi, l\u2019enfant vers le dattier s\u2019\u00e9lance,
\nEt jusqu\u2019\u00e0 son sommet t\u00e2che de se hisser.
\n\ufeffL\u2019entreprise \u00e9tait p\u00e9rilleuse ;
\nL\u2019\u00e9corce tant\u00f4t nue, et tant\u00f4t raboteuse,
\nLui d\u00e9chirait les mains ou les faisait glisser.
\nDeux fois il retomba ; mais, d\u2019une ardeur nouvelle,
\nIl recommence de plus belle,
\nEt parvient enfin, haletant,
\n\u00c0 ces fruits qu\u2019il d\u00e9sirait tant.
\nIl se jette alors sur les dattes,
\nSe tenant d\u2019une main, de l\u2019autre fourrageant,
\n\ufeffEt mangeant
\nSans choisir les plus d\u00e9licates.
\nTout \u00e0 coup voil\u00e0 notre enfant
\nQui r\u00e9fl\u00e9chit et qui descend.
\nIl court chercher sa bonne m\u00e8re,
\nPrend avec lui son jeune fr\u00e8re,
\nLes conduit au dattier. Le cadet inclin\u00e9,
\n\ufeffS\u2019appuyant au tronc qu\u2019il embrasse,
\n\ufeffPr\u00e9sente son dos \u00e0 l\u2019a\u00een\u00e9 ;
\n\ufeffL\u2019autre y monte, et de cette place,
\nLibre de ses deux bras, sans efforts, sans danger,
\nCueille et jette les fruits ; la m\u00e8re les ramasse,
\nPuis sur un linge blanc prend soin de les ranger.
\nLa r\u00e9colte achev\u00e9e, et la nappe \u00e9tant mise,
\n\ufeffLes deux fr\u00e8res tranquillement,
\nSouriant \u00e0 leur m\u00e8re au milieu d\u2019eux assise,
\nViennent au bord de l\u2019eau faire un repas charmant.
\nDe la soci\u00e9t\u00e9 ceci nous peint l\u2019image ;
\nJe ne connais de biens que ceux que l\u2019on partage.
\nC\u0153urs dignes de sentir le prix de l\u2019amiti\u00e9,
\n\ufeffRetenez cet ancien adage :
\n\ufeffLe tout ne vaut pas la moiti\u00e9.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[568],"poems-book":[583],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[566],"class_list":["post-12491","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-568","poems-book-fables-de-florian","poete-jean-pierre-claris-de-florian"],"yoast_head":"\n