Once you break one’s heart,
what is your prayer for,
Even if all the people gather,
can not wash up your smear.
The Sagacious came and gone,
leaving the world and decease,
So they soared and flew;
these are heavenly birds, not geese.
The true soul is the one reaches God,
the true foot is the one finds true north,
The brave is the one prudent,
not the one high flown.
Do not regard the one thinking
the denier and the claimant as half,
Go and tie them in the stable,
whoever is not a true lover.
May the eye of sagacious be upon you,
may be the pure light inside out to you,
May the one to be saved saying Aye!,
he is not the one tattletale
If you’ve followed the high road,
if you’ve held the hem of robe,
And If you’ve done a good deed,
your one equals to thousand, not little.
these words are the ones Yunus utter
as if mixing honey with butter,
He sells goods to the people,
whose load is not salt it’s ore.
