Something i wrote a long time back......

Make not thy soul nest in hell
Nor thy mind’s lodging in deception,
Wander not in neighborhood of foolishness & absurdities
Nor by the door of house of vain imagination
Abandon vain conceits

Whoso sows the seed of sloth,
Sloth will bring him impiety for fruits
Whoso took unto himself folly and sloth,
His legs lost their power & his work failed

I know nothing worse than sloth,
It turns warriors into cowards
You were created for work & a robe
Of honor is ready cut for thee.
Why are you content with tatters?
How will you get thy fortune when
You’re idle sixty days a month?
Idleness in the day & ease at night.
Though will hardly reach the throne of Sasanians.
Know that handle of the club & hilt of swords
Are crown and throne to kings who know
Not the moisture of weeping eyes
But he who wanders about after money and a meal
Cringes ignoble and vile before a clenched fist.

Possess knowledge, possess also serenity
Like the mountain be not distressed
At the disaster of fortune.
Knowledge without serenity
Is an unlighted candle, both together
Are like the bee’s honey.
Honey without wax typifies the noble,
Wax without honey is for burning.
Abandon this abode of generation and corruption
Leave the pit and make for thy destined home.
For on this dry heat of dust is mirage
And a fire appears as water.
The man of pure heart unites the two worlds in one
The lover makes but one of all the three abodes.