ABOUT THE POEM:
The poem THE VIRTUE OF GIVING AND RECEIVING reflects on the values of giving and receiving and the attitudes surrounding them. It begins by discussing the concept of disgrace and nobility in the context of begging and giving. The poet suggests that while begging is shameful, it is even more disgraceful to refuse to give. Conversely, giving is a noble act, but the highest nobility lies in the refusal to accept gifts.
This idea is illustrated through the metaphor of water sources: the vast sea, despite being a large body of clear water, is not sought out by people to quench their thirst. In contrast, a small, muddy pool frequented by sheep and cattle is heavily trodden, indicating its value to those in need. This suggests that practical generosity, even if modest, is more valuable than something grand but inaccessible.
The poem then shifts to the perspective of minstrels who rely on patrons for their livelihood. Even when they do not receive gifts, they do not blame their patrons. Instead, they attribute their lack of support to bad omens or unfavorable times, showing an understanding of the unpredictable nature of fortune and generosity.
Finally, the poet expresses a lack of anger towards a king, despite any perceived lack of generosity. The poet praises the king, comparing him to the monsoon clouds that bring life and abundance. The king's generosity is acknowledged as boundless, suggesting that any shortcomings in receiving gifts are not a reflection of the king's character but rather a natural part of the world’s fluctuations.
Overall, the poem emphasizes the virtues of giving and understanding, the humility in not accepting, and the wisdom in recognizing the broader circumstances that influence generosity. It portrays a sense of grace and respect for those who give, those who do not accept, and even those who may not always provide.
THE VIRTUE OF GIVING AND RECEIVING
To beg is a disgraceful plea,
Yet worse is a giver's apathy.
To give is noble, a generous start,
But greater is the act of a closed heart.
The sea, though vast and pure it seems,
Is not sought for a drink in dreams.
A small pool, though muddy, it's true,
Has tracks worn by thirsty cattle's view.
Minstrels may sometimes not receive,
But they will not in anger grieve.
Instead, they blame the times or fate,
For the omens of a closed gate.
O King, long may you reign and thrive,
Your bounty endless, like clouds that arrive.
No anger do I hold for you,
For your generosity is vast and true.
