Classic Poem

The Confucianist is versed in the Six Arts,
Once his mind is made up, nothing can sway him;
He will do nothing which contravenes the Rites,
And will say nothing which is contrary to the Law.

If he is thirsty, he drinks from a pure stream,
And, even when hungry, eats but a bamboo bowl of rice in two days.
He has nothing to sacrifice at the seasons of the year;
Through his clothing he often feels the bitter cold.

Shuffling along in his sandals, he chants " South Wind, "
In his coarse gown, he laughs at the fancy chariots;
He has faith in the Way and holds fast to Poetry and History ,
Righteously he will not accept a single free meal.

But his criticism is so caustic
That Lao Tzu could only heave a long sigh of despair.