A ruler of a kingdom with great splendor

His sun set and he went to the mountains

He entrusted the country to a Sheikh in that shrine

Who had no position in the time of power

When the hermit heard the trumpet of fortune

He found no joy in the corner of his solitude

He began to raise armies to the left and right

And the hearts of the brave began to flee from him

His arms became so strong and his claws sharp

That he sought war with the warriors

He killed people from the scattered tribe

Then others gathered, united in will and strength

They encircled him so tightly in his fortress

That he became helpless from the arrows and stones

He sent someone to a righteous man

Saying, I am in difficulty, help me

Assist with your effort, for sword and arrow

Cannot be captured in every turmoil

When the monk heard this, he laughed and said

Why didn’t he eat a piece of bread and sleep?

Qarun, the worshiper of wealth, did not know

That the treasure of health lies hidden inside