A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep—
Laziness brings on deep sleep, and an idle soul will starve.
Do not love sleep, lest you become poor. Open your eyes, and you will be satisfied with food.
for both drunkards and gluttons will be impoverished— grogginess will clothe them with rags.
Go to the ant, you slacker— consider its ways and be wise!
How long will you lie there, slacker? When will you get up from your sleep?
The fool folds his hands together and eats his own flesh.