Of Being Woven

The path of self-sacrifice is fraught with danger, and in every corner, there is a threat to every fragile soul.  
The path of religion is full of turmoil and strife because it is not the path for every weak-hearted person.  
In this path, the trials of the soul are like a sieve distinguishing the chaff.  
What is the path but full of footprints, and what is a friend but a ladder of ideas?  
Even if the wolf does not find you out of caution, without unity, you will not find that joy.  
The one who travels happily alone on the path, with companions, his journey becomes a hundredfold.  
With the strength of companions, O poor one, the donkey becomes joyful and gains strength.  
Any donkey that travels alone from the caravan, for him, the path becomes a hundredfold more tiring.  
He endures many prods and sticks to cross the desert alone.  
The donkey tells you, listen well, if you are not a donkey, do not travel alone.  
The one who travels happily alone on the lookout, with companions, undoubtedly travels even happier.  
Every prophet on this true path showed miracles and sought companions.  
If there is no support from the walls, how can the house and storerooms be built?  
If each wall stands alone, how can the ceiling be suspended in the air?  
If there is no cooperation between ink and pen, how can writing appear on paper?  
This mat that someone spreads, if not joined together, the wind will carry it away.  
God created everything in pairs, and thus results appeared from unity.  
He spoke, and he spoke with enthusiasm, their discussion on this matter was lengthy.  
Make the Masnavi lively and delightful, make the story concise and brief.