Thus said the vulture to the raven

There was no one more observant than me

The raven said, 'This way cannot be passed'

Come, and see what you can spot around the plain

I heard that a day's journey was covered

It looked from a height to the lowlands below

It said, 'I saw, if you believe it'

That a single grain of wheat will rise in the desert

The raven could not remain patient with amazement

They raised their heads from above, into the declivity

As the vulture swooped down upon the grain

A long commitment was bound to him

He did not know that eating that grain

Was a trap set by fate around his neck

Not every shell holds a pearl inside

Nor does every arrow hit its mark

The raven said, 'What use is seeing that grain'

When the sight of it brings no trap from your enemy?

I heard him say, while his neck was bound

There is no precaution against the beneficial value

When death raised its hand upon his blood

Fate closed the sharp eye of his vision

In water where no shore is found

Floating pride cannot serve any purpose