Anger against the weak is wrong
It is futile against the strong.
Vain is wrath against men of force
Against the meek it is still worse.
Off with wrath with any one
It is the source of sin and pain.
Is there a foe like harmful ire
Which kills the smile and joyful cheer?
Thyself to save, from wrath away
If not thyself the wrath will slay.
Friend-killer is the fatal rage
It bums the helpful kinship-barge.
The wrath-lover to doom is bound
Like failless-hand that strikes the ground.
Save thy soul from burning ire
Though tortured like the touch of fire.
Wishes he gains as he wishes
If man refrains from rage vicious
Dead are they who are anger-fed
Saints are they from whom wrath has fled.
RESTRAINING ANGER
