Hospitality – Confucius

A few gourd leaves that waved about 

Cut down and boiled;–the feast how spare! 

But the good host his spirits takes, 

Pours out a cup, and proves them rare. 
A single rabbit on the mat, 

Or baked, or roast:–how small the feast! 

But the good host his spirits takes, 

And fills the cup of every guest. 
A single rabbit on the mat, 

Roasted or broiled:–how poor the meal! 

But the guests from the spirit vase 

Fill their host’s cup, and drink his weal. 
A single rabbit on the mat, 

Roasted or baked:–no feast we think! 

But from the spirit vase they take, 

Both host and guests, and joyous drink.

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