To The Man Who Ate the World

Such an insatiable being you are

To have drowned in wine and surrounded by fois gras

The china filled with luxurious dried fruits and rarest meats

To be raised in a palace's cozy dining hall

In my humble house, all I can really give...

Is cold water to moisten your throat

And steaming soup to warm your belly

In my humble abode, I have no delusion of grandeur

Only sumblime satisfaction.