You regard yourself
Superior to me
In wealth in knowledge
In rank in qualities
In social order
And think yourself
Worthy of being honored.
You think yourself superior
As you have some demoniac traits
You are not endowed with
Divine traits and
You are not free from pride
O my dear, think again
You are going away from me.
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