I saw the son of a wealthy man sitting on his father's grave, arguing with a poor boy, saying: 'Our tombstone is heavy, the inscription is colorful, a marble floor is laid, and turquoise bricks are used in it. What remains of your father's grave? Two bricks brought together and a handful of soil scattered on it.'

The poor boy heard this and said: 'By the time your father has stirred under those heavy stones, my father would have reached paradise.'

A donkey on which less load is placed

Will undoubtedly walk more comfortably

The poor man who endured the burden of poverty

Will surely come to the door of death unburdened

And he who lived in wealth, comfort, and ease

His death will undoubtedly be difficult

In any case, a captive who is released from bondage

Is better than the state of a prince who is captured