If you place your foot in the mountain’s hem

Your head will rise above the sky in grandeur

Hold your tongue, O man of much knowledge

For tomorrow, no pen will be on the mute

Like an oyster, the pearl-keepers of secrets

Opened their mouths only for pearls

A great deal of speech fills the ears

But advice is not taken unless in silence

If you wish to speak breath upon breath

You will not find sweetness in anyone’s words

One should not speak words unrefined

One should not cut before the thread is woven

Reflecting on error and correctness

Is better than the idle talkers, always ready to answer

Perfection in human nature is speech

Do not make yourself imperfect with incomplete speech

You will never see shame in the silent

The river of musk is better than a heap of flowers

Beware of the ignorant talkers from the dead village

For the wise speaks once and nourishes the speech

A hundred arrows thrown, and all a mistake

But if you are wise, one shot will be true

Why does the man say in secret

That if revealed, his face would turn pale?

Do not speak too much behind the wall of gossip

For behind it, someone may be listening

Within your heart, the city of secrets is bound

Look so the door of the city does not open

The wise man has sealed his lips

He sees that the candle is burnt by the tongue