Do not say that a position is more than kingship

For there is no safer place than the kingdom of a dervish

Light-hearted people travel lighter

This is the truth and the wise should hear it

The poor worry about a piece of bread

The world protector consumes as much as a world

When a beggar gets his evening bread

He sleeps as comfortably as the Sultan of Sham

Sorrow and joy pass away

With death, both depart from the head

Whether it is the one with a crown on his head

Or the one who bears a tax on his neck

If his head reaches the heavens

Or if he is imprisoned in poverty

When the army of death attacks both

They cannot be distinguished from one another