The fault of others is easily perceived, but that of oneself is difficult to perceive; a man winnows his neighbour's faults like chaff, but his own fault he hides, as a cheat hides the bad die from the gambler.
Sudassaṁ vajjamaññesaṁ, attano pana duddasaṁ; Paresaṁ hi so vajjāni, opunāti yathā bhusaṁ; Attano pana chādeti, kaliṁva kitavā saṭho.
Lay not reproach at the drunkard’s door / Oh Fanatic, thou that art pure of soul; / Not thine on the page of life to enrol / The faults of others! Or less or more / I have swerved from my path—keep thou to thine own! / For every man when he reaches the goal / Shall reap the harvest his hands have sown. …