A child had grown teeth

The father had his head deep in thought

Where shall I bring bread and leaves for it?

It would not be honorable to leave it

When the poor man spoke these words to his wife

Look how his wife bravely responded:

Do not fear the devil until your soul departs

The same one who gives teeth will give bread

In the end, the Lord of the Day is powerful

Who provides sustenance, so do not worry

The creator of the child in the womb

Is also the writer of life and sustenance

The Lord who bought a servant

Will hold him; how about the One who created the servant?

You do not have this reliance on the Creator

As a servant does on its master

You heard that in ancient times

A stone became in the hands of the elect, silver

You may think this saying is not rational

But when you are content, silver and stone are the same

When the child has purity from greed inside

What good is a handful of gold before ambition or dust?

Tell the story to the beggar who worships kings

That the king is poorer than the beggar

The beggar is satisfied with a single coin of silver

Fereydun, the king of Persia, could not even get half a coin

The guardian of kingdom and wealth is a calamity

The beggar is the true king, and his name is Beggar

The beggar who is not bound by his thoughts

Is better than a king who is not content

The happy villagers and their spouses sleep soundly

While the king does not sleep in his palace

Whether the king or the cobbler

When they sleep, the night becomes the day for both

When the flood of sleep comes, it takes the man away

Whether on the throne of the king or in the desert

When you see a rich man drunk with arrogance

Go and thank God, O poor man

You do not have, thank God, that access

That anyone should rise from your hands to harm others