And all the friendship vanishes.
Much at once
Should one not give;
With little you often get praise;
With half a loaf
And a half-filled cup
I got a companion.
Small are sand grains,
Small are drops of water,
Small are men’s minds;
And all the friendship vanishes.
Much at once
Should one not give;
With little you often get praise;
With half a loaf
And a half-filled cup
I got a companion.
Small are sand grains,
Small are drops of water,
Small are men’s minds;