What’s in someone else’s hands is pain.
What’s in your own pair of hands is pleasure.
That explains in language brief and plain
Grief and joy in full and perfect measure.

sarvam paravasham dukham sarvamatmavasham sukham |
etad vidyat samasena lakshanam sukhaduhkhayoh ||

The lion isn’t appointed,
Nor crowned, by rituals anointed.
He earns himself his nobility
With courage, grit and ability.

nabhisheko na sanskarah sinhasya kriyate vane |
vikramarjitarajasya svayameva mrigendrata ||

To succeed you must try and try
And not just dream and wish and sigh.
A lion's prey won't go exploring
Within his mouth while he is snoring.

udyamena hi sidhyanti karyani na manorathaih |
na hi suptasya sinhasya pravishanti mukhe mrigah ||