Chapter 153
A hawk, who had been very ill for a long time, said to his mother, “Don’t cry, Mother. Do me a favor and pray to the gods so that I may recover from this dreadful disease and pain.”
“Alas, child!” the mother said. “Which one of the gods do you think will pity you? Is there one whom you haven’t outraged by robbing the sacrifices placed at their altars?”
Death-bed repentance does not condone the errors of a lifetime.
