One of the nobles was being praised in a gathering, and they were exaggerating his beautiful qualities.
He raised his head and said, “I am what I know myself to be.”
Enough of this praise, O you who count my virtues
This is my outward appearance, but you do not know what is hidden within
My appearance is pleasing to the eyes of the world
But my inner wickedness makes me bow my head in shame
People admire the peacock for its colors and patterns
But it is ashamed of its ugly feet.
