A scholar passed by a fallen drunk

And became proud of his own piety

Out of arrogance, he paid him no attention

The young man raised his head and said, 'O old man

Go thank God since you have received blessings

For deprivation comes from arrogance

Do not laugh at someone you see in chains

Lest you suddenly fall into chains yourself

Isn't it possible in fate

That tomorrow you may be a fallen drunk like me?

The heavens wrote your line to the mosque

Do not taunt another in the synagogue

O Muslim, clasp your hands in gratitude

That a Magian's girdle is not tied around your waist

Whoever seeks Him does not go by himself

The friend's kindness forcibly leads him

See how fate roams

For it is blindness to rely on others