You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Water the fruit trees and donโt water the thorns.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.