A blind beggar was once asked: Of what stuff are the moon and stars The beggar smiled and shook his head: God bless you, sir, the answer is only bread. For, the poor know no planets, no stars The thought of food our vision mars When the belly is empty, nothing feels good No taste for pleasure, only a craving for some food. The hungry cannot commune with God nor live the pious way. Bread alone inspires him to worship and to pray.
It’s for food that some go strangely dressed. Some won’t bathe and let their hair grow unchecked. Another wears a kerchief tied around his head: All clever stratagems, all tricks are only for bread!