子路怒，奮戟將下鬥。
Kongzi bore a resemblance to Yang Hu, so armored fighters were sent to surround Kongzi’s dwelling.
孔子止之曰：「何仁義之不免俗也！
Angry at this, Zilu snatched up a dagger-pike and was about to go down and do battle.
夫詩、書之不習，禮、樂之不修也，是丘之過也。
Kongzi stopped him, saying, “How can one who understands humanity and rectitude fall into vulgar ways like this?
若似陽虎，則非丘之罪也。
One might say that my failure to rehearse the Odes and the Documents, my failure to cultivate the Rites and the Music—these are my faults.
命也夫！
As for my resemblance to Yang Hu, that is no fault of mine.
由歌，予和汝。
It is fate and that is all!
」子路歌，孔子和之，三終而甲罷。
Sing something, You [Zilu]—I will match your song.” So Zilu sang, and Kongzi matched his melodies.
By the time three rounds were done, the armored fighters were gone.