One of the great men 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.

You have caused me enough harm, O you who enumerate my good qualities,

This is my outward appearance, and you do not know what is within.

My appearance is pleasing in the eyes of the world,

But because of the wickedness of my inner self, my head is bowed in shame.

People praise the peacock for the patterns and designs it has,

But it is ashamed of its ugly feet.