Pride prestige honour
All are the Seeds of anger.
From standing to sitting
From sitting to lay down
Come too close to the earth
To remove the heat of wrath.
The strongest man drags
By the nose the ferocious beast
In him to the mirror to show him
His ugly face to make him ashamed.
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