Oh, you who remain like a single leaf from the garden, like a worm driven away from the vine,
When this worm awakens the worm, it devours the dragon of ignorance.
The worm becomes filled with fruit and trees, thus the fortunate one transforms.
Interpret the hidden treasure, for I loved to be known.
Tear down the house, for from this Yemeni agate, a hundred thousand houses can be built.
The treasure is beneath the house, and there is no other way; do not worry about the ruin of the house and do not hesitate.
For with a single treasure, a thousand houses can be built without effort and toil.
Eventually, this house will be destroyed on its own, and the treasure beneath it will surely be revealed.
But it will not be yours, for the spirit is the reward for destroying it, that is the victory.
If you do not do that work, your reward is nothing; man has nothing but what he strives for.
You will regretfully say, "Oh, what a pity, such a fish was beneath the cloud."
I did not do what was advised for goodness, the treasure is gone, and the house and my hands are empty.
You rented the house and were deaf; it is not your property to buy or sell.
This deafness lasts until death, so during this time, work within it.
You are mending patches in the shop, beneath which two mines are buried.
Oh, descendant of the prosperous king, come to yourself and be ashamed of this patch-mending.
Tear a piece from the bottom of this shop, so that the two mines may rise before you.
Before the lease of the rented house ends, and you leave it without having benefited.
Then the owner of the shop will expel you, and this shop will be uprooted from the face of the mine.
Out of regret, you will sometimes strike your head, sometimes tear your raw beard.