A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to lie down;
Laziness makes one fall into a deep sleep, And an idle being suffers hunger.
Do not love sleep, lest you become poor; Open your eyes, be satisfied with bread.
For the drunkard and the glutton become poor, And slumber puts rags on a man.
Go to the ant, you lazy one! See her ways and be wise,
How long would you lie down, O lazy one? When do you arise from your sleep?
The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.