The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.

When a man becomes old, his greed becomes young: sleep grows heavy at the time of morning.

The roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world.

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.