From THE MAHABHARATA
Hindu Epic Poem

What soul hath a man's which is his, yet another's?
What friend do the gods grant, the best of all others?
What joy in existence is greatest? and how
May poor men be rich and abundant? Say thou.

Sons are the second souls of man,
And wives the heaven-sent friends; nor can
Among all joys health be surpassed;
Contentment answereth thy last.

Still, tell me what foeman is worst to subdue?
And what is the sickness lasts a lifetime all through?
Of men that are upright, say which is the best?
And of those that are wicked, who passeth the rest?

Anger is a man's unconquered foe;
The ache of greed doth never go;
Who loveth most of saints is first;
Of bad men cruel men are the worst.