I heard of a sage, devout and true,

Whose collar was seized by a drunk, askew

From that dark-hearted man, pure of soul,

He took a blow but stayed calm and whole

Someone said, 'Are you not a man as well?

Why endure this from one so unwell?'

The noble man heard and softly replied,

'Speak not to me in this manner of pride'

A drunkard’s pain may seize a wise man’s robe,

But who dares fight a lion with reckless probe?

It befits not the wise or the prudent, you see,

To grab the collar of the drunkard’s spree

Thus the virtuous live, serene and kind,

Bearing cruelty, yet with love they bind