The five elements will laugh within At a hypocrite's lying conduct. What use is a sky-high pose to one Who knowingly does wrong? A weakling posing a giant form Is an ox grazing in a tiger's skin. A posing ascetic who sins secretly Is like a fowler hiding in bush to trap birds. The deceitful acts of those claiming dispassion Will make them exclaim in pain, 'Alas! Alas!' None so cruel as the posing ascetic Who lives by deceit without renouncing by heart. Like the kunri - red to view but black on top Are many, ochre-robed but black within. Many spotted minds bathe in holy streams And lead a double life. The lute is bent, the arrow straight: Judge men not by their looks but acts. No need of tonsure or long hair, If one avoids what the world condemns.