THE BLURRED LINE

The diverse seas around stir many a time,

Though the fishermen dare to sail.

The sail swells with the mightiest wind,

As the sky intends to give way once again.

Still the boats sail on,

Clinging to the object of a fish,

And the men never give up.

The high seas rage with apoplexy,

And the darkest night turns cruel.

But they still continue their work—

Undaunted, unmoved.

But when persistence becomes obstinacy,

And the ocean becomes merciless,

The boat overturns, tossed by the tempest.

Success knows no bounds;

But trammels always arrive to bind it.

The fetters crush the host sometimes,

And sometimes the fetters are crushed.

The Greed for Success

And the Ambition for Success

Do not belong to the same branch.

Greed occupies the highest,

Mostly prone to the storm;

While Ambition occupies the lowest:
Low, yet the strongest.

The former takes us to the highest cliff,

While the latter takes us, to the highest hill.