He Has Soaked A Hundred Heads
He has soaked a hundred heads, but hasn’t shaved one .
He has soaked a hundred heads, but hasn’t shaved one .
In the ditch where water has flowed, it will flow again.
He saved his ears, but lost his head.
If a forest catches fire, both the dry and the wet will burn up.
He appreciates prosperity who is caught in calamity.
Grumbling and carping are the muscles of the weak.
Heed the troubadour, burn the dinner.
He reckons his importance by the elephant-load.
Hasty work doesn’t succeed.
Flourish like a flower, but may your life be longer.
I’m talking to the door, but I want the walls to hear me.
One who doesn’t appreciate the apple, won’t appreciate the orchard.