O greedy one, when gold is not written in your destiny, of what use was it even if you toiled so hard in pursuit of the elixir?

Here, the poet gently cautions an overly ambitious seeker about the limits of human striving against destiny. By invoking the metaphor of 'ikseer'—the mythical alchemical elixir that turns base metals into gold—the couplet highlights how we often exhaust ourselves chasing miracles out of sheer greed. Yet, if prosperity was never written in your fate, even the greatest magic will yield nothing. It is a warm, philosophical reminder to let go of insatiable longing and find peace in what is truly meant for you.