Reject base actions even if such rejection Makes life impossible. Those who desire fame with honour Will not sacrifice honour for fame. In prosperity, bend low. In adversity, stand straight. Men fallen from high stature Are like hair fallen from the head. Even a hill-like eminence can be brought low By deeds as small as a speck. Why go behind those who scorn when it yields Neither fame nor place in heaven? Better said doomed that state of life Spent clinging on to those who scorn. Is body as precious as ambrosia that men desire to save it Even at the cost of honour? The yak, sheared of its hair, does not survive. The noble, stripped of their honour, prefer death. The world will admire and worship the glory of men Who prefer death to dishonour.