You were becoming heedless of the secrets of fate

You were wounded by the weapon-bearer of fate

What a thing has happened at last, suddenly

Such is the way of such a deed of fate

Have you seen any flower that smiles in the world

That did not become weeping from the thorn of fate?

Has any fortune flourished in the world

That did not become imprisoned and ill by fate?

Has anyone secretly seen the face of pleasure

That did not become hanging on the gallows of fate?

No one's trickery and skill availed

Before the cunning games of fate

The friends serve this fate

They sacrifice their lives with sincerity for the sake of fate

Even if the outward appearance of a man remains

In the many favors of fate

The nut broke and the kernel of the spirit remained

It went into the sweetmeat from the storehouse of fate

The one who went towards the fire was without a kernel

His kernel rotted from denying fate

The one who went towards the beloved was fortunate

He chose the kernel of the soul and became a friend of fate