The result is that not every mention brings forth a man, so beware of the ignorant if you are knowledgeable.
Friendship with an ignorant sweet-talker is like listening to old poison.
The soul of the mother with bright eyes tells you that nothing grows from it but sorrow and regret.
The mother tells the father that her child has become very weak from school.
If you had brought him from another woman, you would have treated him with less cruelty and injustice.
If this child were from someone other than you, that woman would have also spoken of this pressure.
So escape from the mother and her kindness; the father's slap is better than her sweets.
The mother is the soul, and the father is the wise intellect; the beginning is narrow, and the end is a hundredfold expansion.
O giver of intellects, come to the rescue, for if you do not wish, no one will.
Both the request is from you and the goodness; who are we? You are the first, and you are the last.
Speak yourself, listen yourself, and be yourself; we are all nothing with so many carvings.
Increase your desire in prostration from this assignment; do not send laziness, compulsion, and lethargy.
Compulsion is the wings of the complete ones; compulsion is also the prison and chain of the lazy ones.
Consider this compulsion like the water of the Nile; water for the believer and blood for the infidel.
It takes the wings of the falcons to the sultan and the wings of the crows to the graveyard.
Now return to the explanation of non-existence, which is like an antidote, though you might think it is poison.