Self-rule leads to realms of gods
Indulgence leads to gloomy hades.
No gains with self-control measure
Guard with care this great treasure.
Knowing wisdom who lives controlled
Name and fame seek him untold.
Firmly fixed in self serene
The sage looks grander than mountain.
Humility is good for all
To the rich it adds a wealth special.
Who senses five like tortoise hold
Their joy prolongs to births sevenfold.
Rein the tongue if nothing else
Or slips of tongue bring all the woes.
Even a single evil word
Will turn all good results to bad.
The fire-burnt wounds do find a cure
Tongue-burnt wound rests a running sore.
Virtue seeks and peeps to see
Self-controlled savant anger free.
SELF CONTROL
