Praise and compliments disturb me, Sapping my revulsion with samsara. I start to covet others’ qualities,
And thus all excellence degenerates.
Those who stay close by me, then,
To ruin my good name and cut me down to size
Are surely protecting me
From falling into ruin in the realms of sorrow (Shantideva 6: 98-99).
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