A fever came upon one of the wise-hearted

Someone said, 'Ask for sugar from so-and-so'

He said, 'O son, the bitterness of my death'

Is better than being led with a sour face

The wise man does not accept sugar from one

Whose face is turned with arrogance, sour as vinegar

Do not follow after everything your heart desires

For yielding the body will diminish the light of your soul

The commanding soul makes a man contemptible

If he does not regard wisdom as precious

If you eat whatever your desires ask for

You will be left with much misfortune from the times

The furnace of the stomach constantly heating up

Is a calamity, a day without finding food

In hunger, your face will be drained of color

When you have abundance, your stomach will become narrow

The man who is overly greedy bears the burden of his belly

And if he does not find food, he will bear the burden of sorrow

You will see the servant's belly ashamed from excess

A narrow belly before me is better than a heart full of desires