1. The souls vie for livelihood greedily
So if you can vie, then vie away

2. My staying in this world burdens me
For I am just a fleeting pilgrim on his way

3. When a man is created, his worries follow
And if he gains comfort, who has greater gifts?

4. The age of time has marched on until
The nights' stars seem locks of grey on its head

5. The night makes the pilgrim's rebellion subside
Despite his unbelief, and earth wears a monk's garb

6. East and west, people's diverse paths converge
In them, creeds' contradictions find harmony

7. And the plucking of hours, as I know
Flows swifter than a torrent in ravines