The Fool کے بول

Long is the night to the awaken one Really long... Long are the miles to the tired... Really long is the walk. Long is the cycle of birth and death To a fool who does not know the true path. The fool who knows his folly is almost wise The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool. Wrong action, like newly drawn milk, does not turn soon. Smoldering, like fire covered by ashes, It follows the fool. When the wrong action becomes known Turns to sorrow and Destroys one's brightness and splits the head of... The fool who knows his folly is almost wise The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool. Increase desire and pride are wishes of the fool These sons belong to me, and this wealth belongs to me With such thoughts a fool tormented One does not belong to oneself How much less sons and wealth The fool who knows his folly is almost wise The fool who thinks he's wise is just a fool.