Tolerance

Matra-sparshas tu kaunteya shitoshna-sukha-duhkha-dah, agamapayino 'nityas tams titikshasva bharata

O son of Kunti, the contact between the senses and sense objects gives rise to fleeting perceptions of happiness and distress. These are impermanent, and come and go like the winter and summer seasons. O descendant of Bharata, one must learn to tolerate them without being disturbed.

Tasmāt praṇamya praṇidhāya kāyaṁ prasādaye tvām aham īśham īḍyam, piteva putrasya sakheva sakhyuḥ priyaḥ priyāyārhasi deva soḍhum

Therefore, bowing down and prostrating my body, I seek Your grace, O adorable Lord. As a father tolerates his son, a friend his friend, and a lover his beloved, please tolerate my offenses, O God.