Never at all too much talk,
As it exposes your weakness,
Too much money, don't stock,
As it destroys your calmness,
Let not your heart be a rock,
As God loves only kindness,
Treat with care every defeat,
Repeat not errors, but delete,
Sweet success loves a fine feat,
Fill with love your heart-room,
Where let holy Angels dwell,
Let acts equal sweet perfume,
To make the Angels feel well,
In brain, let lovely ideas bloom,
To make peace of mind total!
M V Venkataraman