English
On Sparing the Feelings of the Poor and Powerless
Great one, do not throw your weight around against the small,
for the world does not stay the same forever.
Do not twist the fist of the weak,
for if he gets the upper hand, you will be left with nothing.
Never count your enemy as small,
for I have seen huge mountains made of tiny stones.
Don't you see, when ants band together
they can overwhelm the fiercest lions?
Not just ants: even a hair, which is finer still,
becomes a strong chain once it is braided together.
I told you: do not sweep people off their feet,
for if you yourself fall, you will be helpless.
The united hearts of friends are worth more than treasure;
an empty vault is better than people in torment.
Do not trample anyone under your feet,
for it may happen that you fall many times at theirs.
Endure the strong, you who are weak,
for one day you may grow stronger than he is.
With resolve, raise an uproar against the stubborn tyrant,
for the arm of resolve is better than the fist of force.
Tell the parched lips of the oppressed to smile,
for the teeth of the oppressor will be pulled out.
The master woke only to the beat of the drum;
how would he know how the night watchman spent the night?
The caravan owner worries about his own load;
his heart does not ache for the donkey's wounded back.
Suppose you are not one of the fallen:
when you see someone fallen, why not lift him up?
For this I will tell you a tale,
for to skip past these words would be a weakness.