For Self Is The Lord Of Self,

Every Life Has Its Years In Which One Progresses As On A Tedious And Dusty Street Of Poplars, Without Caring To Know Where He Is.

Not Far From Our House, And Opposite The Old Church With The Golden Cross, Stood A Large Building, Even Larger Than The Church, And Having Many Towers.

Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves, Are Easy To Do; What Is Beneficial And Good, That Is Very Difficult To Do.

If An Earnest Person Has Roused Himself, If He Is Not Forgetful, If His Deeds Are Pure, If He Acts With Consideration, If He Restrains Himself, And Lives According To Law,then His Glory Will Increase.

Hunger Is The Worst Of Diseases, The Body The Greatest Of Pains; If One Knows This Truly, That Is Nirv?na, The Highest Happiness.