Foes! Don't stand before my chief. Many who stood now stand as stones!' Better collect the spear that missed an elephant Than the arrow that killed a hare. Fierce courage is what they call valour, But to help a foe in distress cuts deeper. Losing his spear hurled at a tusker, A hero grabs happily the one that pierced him. Is it not shameful for a hero to even let his Watchful eyes wink when a spear is hurled? The brave shall deem all the days devoid of battle wounds As days gone waste. That hero, who gives up his life for fame, Is worthy of being adorned with the anklet. Even a king's wrath cannot hold back heroes Who do not fear their lives in battle. Who dares to despise a man for not fulfilling A pledge he died to fulfill? If death lies in glory that draws tears from the ruler, It is worth seeking even in alms.