A scoundrel had fallen into a well

Whose terror made even a lion afraid

The ill-minded person saw nothing but evil

He fell and saw no one more helpless than himself

All night he cried and wailed without sleep

Someone hit him with a stone and said:

Did you ever come to anyone's aid

That you now seek help today?

You sowed seeds of cruelty

See, therefore, what you have reaped

Who will put a balm on your wounded soul

When hearts lament from your wounds?

You dug a well for us on the way

Therefore, you fell into the well yourself

Two types serve the elite and the common folk

One is good-natured, the other ill-named

One quenches a thirsty throat

The other causes people to fall up to their necks

If you do evil, do not expect good

For a thornbush never bears grapes

Do not think, O sower of barley in autumn

That you will harvest wheat in due time

If you nurture a Zaqqum tree with your soul

Do not ever think you will eat from it

A wild oleander tree does not produce dates

As you sow, so shall you reap