And whoever doesn't have it, we write for him for the sake of God Generosity, secrecy, prices suitable for everyone I write poetry for all purposes: Praise, songs, occasions, pride & romance & imitation I fashioned statues from the spring of jewels, letter by letter With an idea that encompasses the limits of the mind Time is a school, and the critic, with a glance of his eye, Understands the talismans of strange speech, the listener I don't care about whoever climbs the buildings, no matter the circumstance The sun of truth appears, and it is shining How many people think that generosity is excessive spending And the eyes of their generosity are tearful from disappointment The falcon watches from afar from the top of a cliff And the soul refrains from low prices