PORTION II
To the philosopher thoughts and writings are his close friends he sees to needs he then dotes on work and study
To the philosopher thoughts and writings are his dear friends exile?s release from sycophants wary of him
TWENTIETH MORSEL
Emotion in the thick of bandying
Eloquence is reduced to instinct
The will to survive repeats in mind
Asserts itself amidst the bedlam
Barbaric ululations and cries
Enemy?s breath and blows on the flesh
Attack..defend..retaliate..avenge
Advance..retreat..encircle..scatter
There is no room to mourn the fallen
While in the midst of war?s grim reaping
Those destined to live long and see much
Shall live and thrive long after youth?s bloom .
TWENTY FIRST MORSEL
One class wash clothing inside common pools with scent and reek of others? washing One class have clothing cleaned inside clear pools water stored in lavish amphoraes Disparity exists even in the city of the world
A part of the city is alive when the sun is out A part of the city languishes in darkness at dusk The beast of disparity also dwells and lurks in Rome
Garrisons guard borders ever vigilantly behind stone slabs of sturdy fortress walls But it is too risky to take a walk at night in the city without armed entourage One quarter boasts stone and marble One quarter built from brick and wood Disparity exists even in the city of the world