Two saw the gathering, chaos, and war

Scattered sandals and birds of stone

One saw the turmoil and broke from the side

One came in the middle and broke his head

No one holds more joy than oneself

For they have no dealings with good or bad

They placed your sight on your head and your ear

The mouth as the place of speech, and the heart as the place of wisdom

Unless you know the descent from the ascent

You will not say that this is short and that is long