One of the men of clear conscience

The ruler of Khotan gave him a silk canopy

He blossomed like a smiling petal in joy

He did not cover it, kissed his hand and said:

How good it is to have the honor of the ruler of Khotan

And even better is the robe of one's own self

If you are free, sleep on the ground and nothing more

Do not kiss the ground for the sake of a carpet