As much as you want, wage war or make your threats hot

Know that the smoke of the dung-fire never reaches the sky

And even if it rises to the sky, how will the sky become dark?

Since the sky brings such delicacy and light from the smoke?

Do not trouble yourself, O father, do not strike your head against a stone

Do not make all this challenge and battle with the image of the bathhouse

If you spit on the moon, it will return to your face

And if you pull his skirt, the robe will also become tight on you

Before you, other raw ones in the boiling of this world's pot

Many struggled and it did not become a cure, there was no choice but acceptance

A hedgehog grabbed the snake's tail in its mouth

It pulled its head in and became round like a ball, that deceitful one

That foolish snake was striking its tail against the thorn every moment

It became full of holes from striking itself against the thorns

It was impatient and without a trick, it killed itself from haste

If it had been patient for a moment, it would have been saved from that ugly one

Do not strike yourself against the hedgehog, every calamity, you too, O lost one

Settle down and recite this invocation: 'Destiny has come, the space is narrow'

The Lord of the Worlds said, "I am a companion to my patient ones"

O companion of the patient ones, pour out patience upon us

I went to another valley, you say the rest, O father

Convey to the patient ones every moment a new greeting from us