Even if the dog catches, it doesn’t matter,
The Brahmans too eat the flesh of Iguana!
A block of Aquila,
a kind of fragrant wood yielded by Cactus
and the cry of the black crow
are not ridiculed, because of its origin!
Similarly the good words
said by mouth, whomsoever,
in spite of their low caliber,
don’t make fun of them!
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