See how a single finger is joined from many joints

By divine craftsmanship, they are bound together in perfect points

Then there will be confusion and foolishness,

When you point a finger at the workings of His hand, in distress.

Reflect upon the actions of man,

How many bones he joined and connected as he began.

Without the movement of knees, waist, and foot's sway,

No step can be taken, no position to stay.

Thus, prostration to man is not hard, you see,

For within him, there is not a single rigid bone, but plenty.

Two hundred bones are joined together in harmony,

From which a bead like you has been crafted beautifully.

Your veins flow through your body, O being of great virtue,

A land within you, with three hundred sixty streams running pure.

Eyes for the head, and mind for thought and reason's embrace,

The limbs are for the heart, the heart is for wisdom’s grace.

My cattle have fallen in disgrace upon the ground,

Yet you, like the first letter, ride proudly, unbound.

They have bent their heads in search of food,

While you carry your meal with dignity ahead, well understood.

It does not befit you, with such sovereignty,

To bow your head to anything but humility.

He gave you grain, not straw, by His grace,

He did not let your head bow to the lowly place.

But in this pleasant form, you must not fall astray,

Do not let yourself be deceived, but keep a noble way.

The right path must be followed, not the high road of pride,

For even the disbeliever may walk like us, in his stride.

The One who gave you eyes, mouth, and ear’s range,

If you are wise, do not go against His change.

I saw you strike an enemy with a stone’s blow,

But never fight your friend in ignorance, this you must know.

The wise, of noble nature, are grateful to the core,

And they nail blessings to the post of thanks evermore.