In the chronicles of ancient kings it is said

That when Takla sat on the throne of Zangi

In his time, no one harmed anyone

If only this was his sole achievement, it was enough

One day he said to a wise man

My life passed without achieving anything

I wish to retire to a corner for worship

To make the most of these few remaining days

As power, kingdom, and throne pass away

Only the humble take wealth from the world

When the enlightened sage heard this

He rebuked him sharply, 'O Takla, enough!'

The way is nothing but the service of people

Not in rosaries, prayer rugs, and robes

You remain on your royal throne

And have the pure morals of a dervish

Remain sincere and devoted

Keep your tongue from pretension and claims

One must walk the path, not just speak of it

For talk without action is meaningless

The great ones who had the essence of purity

Wore such a cloak under their garment