The more humbly we bow to greet both the old and the young, the more pride and arrogance we find growing within ourselves.

This sher touches upon a subtle and fascinating paradox of human psychology—the pride of being humble. The poet observes that the more he bends with exaggerated modesty before everyone, young or old, the more a quiet vanity creeps in, whispering how wonderfully virtuous he is. It is a gentle yet piercing mirror, showing how even outward humility can become an elegant disguise for the ego.