No faults
With virtuous,
I know.
No backbiting
Against others,
Please.
Use no harsh words,
Disrespect no elders.
Self praise
Is your enemy, dear.
Give up what is
With you and stay
Free from sorrows
And act within the limit.
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem of manners... Sanskaar...as we call them are what differentiates us from animals..nice one