This body, full of faults, Has yet one great quality Whatever it encounters in this temporal life Depends upon one's actions.
He who knoweth the precepts by heart, but faileth to practice them, Is like unto one who lighteth a lamp and then shutteth his eyes.
Virtues are acquired through endeavor, Which rests wholly upon yourself. So, to praise others for their virtues Can but encourage one's own efforts.
He who does not attempt to make peace
When small discords arise,
Is like the bee's hive which leaks drops of honey
Soon, the whole hive collapses.