Gatran Tabrizi. (№ 116421)

Earth's surface is always pitted, -
Don't get on the horse, lowering the reason.
His words slurry and from the heart judge
The road to reconnoiter, - will not find the trouble.
The trouble will overtake, I will not moan
Before the death of my soul will be solid.
But there is no honor of joy - blind this world
There is no benefit from complaints - he always deaf!