Understand this well:
The work of the mind belongs in the basement.
Even if the mind becomes Plato in knowledge,
It still remains outside of the palace.
Understand this well:
The work of the mind belongs in the basement.
Even if the mind becomes Plato in knowledge,
It still remains outside of the palace.
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son.
At night, I turned around the city like wind, running like water
How can sleep overcome the one who walks around the city in darkness?
The mind is the one who wants to have everything in order.
Don’t ask for reason or manners from the drunk.
Ergin, Rubailer, V.98, p. 197