Diogenes is in his tub
in the street corner
and a servant of
The House of Vines
comes to him
'My Master, ' says the servant
'bids you, Diogenes, dine with him
this Saturday night'
'I will not dine with him, '
says Diogenes
'Tell your Master so'
'And why is that? '
asks the servant
'My Master will want to know'
'Tell him, ' says Diogenes
crawling back into his tub
'The last time I dined with him
in his house
he did not express proper gratitude'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those who have money, may be recognized in their own town, but those who are equipped with knowledge will be respected wherever they go! This person could have read Thiruvalluvar's verses...What an expectation! !