He who has an ass at his end

Has a guide for circumambulation

The market of the world is established for earning

From this door, there is all scratching and fleeing

Until their scratching drags them

Wherever there is tumult or evil

He settles in a shell in the sea

He who has a jewel within

But a shell that has no pearl

There is a passage in seeking its pearl

Sometimes in the sea and sometimes towards the shore

There is a secret in seeking its drop

Be silent and do not covet tranquility

That one has stillness who has an informer