He Hasn’t Time Even
He hasn’t time even to scratch his head.
He hasn’t time even to scratch his head.
Heaven is dark and yet out of it streams clear water.
He has soaked a hundred heads, but hasn’t shaved one .
In the ditch where water has flowed, it will flow again.
He saved his ears, but lost his head.
If a forest catches fire, both the dry and the wet will burn up.
He appreciates prosperity who is caught in calamity.
Grumbling and carping are the muscles of the weak.
Heed the troubadour, burn the dinner.
He reckons his importance by the elephant-load.
Hasty work doesn’t succeed.
Flourish like a flower, but may your life be longer.
I’m talking to the door, but I want the walls to hear me.
One who doesn’t appreciate the apple, won’t appreciate the orchard.
It is easier to wage war with wise enemies than be at peace with foolish friends.
The cheap thing isn’t without problem, the expensive without help.
Learning makes some into mullahs and some into devils.
Not even the five fingers of our hands are alike.
One who runs will also fall.
On earth it’s hard and heaven is far away.