A great man was praised in an assembly and, his good qualities being extolled, he raised his head and said: ‘I am such as I know myself to be.’
O thou who reckonest my virtues, refrainest from giving me pain, These are my open, and thou knowest not my hidden, qualities.
My person is, to the eyes of the world, of good aspect But my internal wickedness makes me droop my head with shame. The peacock is for his beauteous colours by the people Praised whilst he is ashamed of his ugly feet.
