Virtues are like fragrant flowers
after withering petals bear fruits.
They give delight and peace to all
For generations as to the doer well.
Vices bring us strings of sorrows
to such doers ever in all morrows.
As a drunkard's happiness vanishes
the glad vices cause crushing cares.
So selective be in actions before
designing to do to avoid our bore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem