Single he eats the fruits of evil deeds,
Single, the fruit of good; and when he leaves
His body like a log or heap of clay
Upon the ground, his kinsmen walk away;
Virtue alone stays by him at the tomb,
And bears him through dreary trackless gloom.
Depend not on another, rather lean
Upon thyself; trust to thine own exertions.
Subjection to another’s will gives pain;
True happiness consists in self-reliance.