Like the cobra that succumbs instantly and rolls its hood
to the sacred ash thrown ovet it so as to control its anger,
The great people who were born in the family
with discipline will bear the harsh and agonising words -
said by the mouth of the undisciplined hard core people
born in the family of inferior calibre,
even when such words said in the presence of many people,
as if the stones were thrown on them,
- proceed with their routine virtuous and generous life
Giving up their extreme anger!
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