One night, you could not sleep from the pain in your side

A physician was nearby and said

Of such nature, he who eats the rose's leaf

I wonder if he will survive the night

For the arrow of the Tatar pierces the chest

It is heavier than the burden of incompatible food

If it falls into a morsel twisted in the intestines

The whole life of the ignorant comes to naught

The physician succumbed to fate that night

Forty years passed, and yet he revived again