There are many with their handsome salaries

Who laugh at me because I have low money income.

This makes me feel extremely vexed and angry,

But when I go to my mentor, I throw off that feeling

And return to a better mood -- he has washed,

Without my knowing it, all the others from me

By his instructions on what is good within myself.

I have attended him for so many years now

To be out of the knowing that I'm without revenues.

There is nothing which Heaven does not cover,

And nothing which Earth does not support.

But is it true that seeking for the prestige and name

Of being an extraordinary and marvellous man

One doesn't know that he thus handcuffs and fetters

His own person? Isn't it the point of thought?