Bag of faults of self, on the back, one ties
While that of others, in front of the eyes
One can never see any faults of his or hers
Often advises and pokes to rectify others
Becomes a matter of bitterness and brawl
Thus tragedy, in human nature, does crawl
Even by chance, one finds the fault of own
But self-egoism doesn’t allow it to be borne
Sacrifice egoism and keep alive conscience
And from narrowness get a total avoidance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we can find fault in ourselves then we are well on the way to leading a better life. A great poem.