Power Of One's Own Language

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Nothing brings pleasure, Nothing, nothing, Without the use of mother language. No union of friends, No acquirement of wealth, No embracement, No rejoice of couples, No gossip with lover, No prosperity in community, No yield of desired things, No respect in society, Without the language Of our own. Without the language, No one can find wisdom, No noble family can be formed, No valor, no charity, No gratefulness. Use of foreign language, Is like enjoying another's wife, That ruin the life and everything. No help at festivity, O, wise, please know it And act accordingly. Try to know your own home, Own mother, and be not careless And live not like a jackal. You are the sons and daughters Of lions, my dear men. Proceed forward with knowledge of Ethics and fulfill your duty. By using the language of the people, The language of the soil Enjoy confidence of all here And achieve everything.

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