Good people, take care of the things you say! Everything can come out of a word that by the way you lose ; EVERYTHING, hatred and mourning! And don't object to me That your friends are sure and that you speak low. Listen carefully to this: one-on-one, in a slipper, Closed doors, in your home, without a witness who blows, You say in the ear of the most mysterious From your heart friends or if you like better, You whisper all by yourself, almost believing that you are silent, In the bottom of a cellar thirty feet underground, An unpleasant word to some individual. That WORD — that you think we haven't heard, That you say so low in a deaf and dark place — Runs barely let go, leaves, jumps up, out of the shadows ; Here, he's outside! He knows his way around ; He walks, he has two feet, a stick in his hand, Good shod shoes, a passport in order ; If necessary, he would take wings, like the eagle! He escapes you, he runs away, nothing will stop him ; He follows the quay, crosses the square, and so on Passes the water without a boat in the flood season, And goes, all through a maze of streets, Right in the citizen of whom you spoke. He knows the number, the floor; he has the key, He goes up the stairs, opens the door, passes, Enters, arrives and taunts, looking the man in the face Says: "here I am! I come out of the mouth of such a one. » And it's done. You have a deadly enemy.
