A greedy man came before the Khwarazm Shah

I heard that he arrived at dawn's first light

When he saw him, he rose, offering his service in a right manner

Then he prostrated on the ground and rose again

The son said, 'O Babak the seeker of fame'

I ask you to speak of one problem of yours

You did not say that the qibla is towards Hijaz

Why did you pray from this direction today?

Do not obey the desires of the lustful soul

For each moment, its qibla is something else

Do not lay your hand on its command, O brother

For anyone who does not follow its command will perish

Contentment lifts the head high, O man of understanding

A head full of greed cannot remain upright

Greed for honor spills the water of patience

For two coins, it will stain your garment

If you wish to be quenched by the water of a stream

Why spill the water of your reputation for snow?

Unless you become patient through comfort

Otherwise, you will go to doors of necessity

Go, master, shorten your hand of greed

What do you need from an outstretched sleeve?

One who writes with the ink of greed

Should not be written as a servant or slave to anyone

Expectation arises from every gathering

It drives away from himself until it casts him away