A wise old dervish of the soil of faith

He said joyfully to his ugly wife

When fate's hand crafted your ugly face

Do not seek a rosy bloom on a foul face

What will achieve happiness by force?

What use is kohl to a blind eye?

Goodness does not come from evil roots

It is impossible to make a tailor from dogs

All the philosophers of Greece and Rome

Do not know how to turn honey from poison

A wild beast does not become a human

Efforts to teach it lose their way

One can clean the rust off a mirror

But a stone mirror cannot be made clear

No flower grows on a willow branch with effort

Nor will rust turn white in the bath

When the arrow of fate does not turn

The servant has no shield but submission