I can't give light to the world like a sun, I can't open the gate of the world's secrets, In the sea of thoughts I found the pearl of meaning, But I'm afraid to pierce it I can't.
If longing sneaks up at night - ask to be brought, they come. Don't beg fate to be patient. You are not gold, drunk fool, and they will hardly recognize you, When they dig in the ground to find you.
Life went crazy and passed without a trace, Like a drunken, gloomy night passed. Life - a moment while the whole universe, Like sand slipped between fingers, unknown, passed.
The wise man knows for sure: there are no miracles, They don't argue about how many heavens are above, When the eternally enraged mind will be darkened, What does it matter who - ant or wolf - will eat you?
As the pearl needs full night, So the soul, the mind, after sufferings sighs. Have you lost everything you had and your heart is empty? This cup will fill itself again.
Master, who makes tents out of the silk of the mind, And to you the darkness will arrive, uncalled. Oh, Hayam! The shaky thread will break. Your life, for nothing, will reach the market.
They call me drunk - and indeed I am! Sinner, rebel - and indeed it is! I am me. chatter all you like: Haiam doesn't change. And indeed it is so!
There are no men left to love, Only wine can, again and again, calm me down, Don't refuse the pitcher's staff, If in old age it will be useful to you.
Don't cry! That it is not given to us to choose: Whether you cry or not, if we die we will still die, Our wise heads will become clay. And tomorrow the feet of the potter will trample it.
The dawn also appeared to those who were before us! On the vault the stars turned before us too! With your sole, stepping, in the gray dust ball, You crushed the young and bright eye.
That wonderful secret we all have to hide. My art cannot that word contain it. Whole lands flash before me... and their voices are earthly. You can't tell about the secret, unknown wonder.
At dawn, the faces of the tulips are covered with dew, And the violets, moistened, hide their beauty. The rose that sleeps still in bud I love, With the lap of the petals alluringly raised.
Beware of the enemy in the house, for every arrow loosed from the string of his cunning and from the bow of his wickedness brings destruction.
Abundance is a coincidence: time will continue to fly, And, with one movement, It will chase us into who knows what dice.
Meek are those who control their anger and forgive people.
Our distant world created by God is like this: With joy after sorrow and good after bad.
Knowledge is beautiful and has power, Knowledge is more expensive than a string of pearls: For time destroys all wealth, But the wealth of the learned never perishes.
The bookish enemy can be dearer to you than a friend. Wisdom is to be respected in both enemies and friends.
In four situations we must neither approve nor condemn a thing until it is completed. First, in relation to food, as long as the food has not been assimilated in the stomach. Secondly, in relation to the pregnant woman, as long as she does not give birth. Thirdly, in connection with the valiant, as long as he did not leave the battlefield. Fourthly, in relation to the farmer, as long as he has not harvested the crop.
Hunger makes even lions pounce on a carcass.
Wisdom is given to the one who wants it, and the one who has reason is already in possession of many benefits.
The tree, no matter how strong and durable its roots may be, can be uprooted in an hour, but it takes years to bear fruit.
If the disease is not diagnosed, it cannot be cured.
An antidote drunk to excess will act worse than poison.
If two lovers' hearts are destined to merge, It is not too late for the whole world to announce, Because two such hearts rarely meet, Because the nimbus of happiness is most often only shown in a dream.
If you have made up your mind, let your hand not tremble: You can choose the boldness of the counselor, You can choose the advice of the bold.
If the pure at heart asks the deceiver for support, then, from that moment on, he will share his sins with him.
If you sow thorns, you cannot gather grapes!
If your friend becomes your enemy, love him, so that the tree of friendship, love and trust, which has dried up because it was not watered with the water of friendship and taken care of, will bloom again.
Heaven has a shameful habit: when it saw joy, it lost it.