One of the nobles was troubled by a contrary wind in his stomach and could not control it, so it was released involuntarily. He said: “Friends! I had no control over what happened, and no blame should be placed on me. I have found relief, so please excuse me with kindness.”
The stomach is a prison for the wind, O wise one
No wise person can keep the wind confined
When the wind twists in the stomach, let it go
For the wind in the stomach is a burden on the heart
Do not hold back a sour-faced, disagreeable companion
When he wants to leave, do not restrain him
