In the great marketplace of the world, all things are traded at their own value. Quality is the essence; it is beauty's true measure. Lack of virtue, however, brings great suffering. Some excel by virtue and are priceless jewels. Some, though in the house of the strong, are cheap for all their cost. Some glitter in the open, yet none look their way. The fortunate and prosperous dwell in their own homes, while poverty sits wretched at the gate. Some appear alike in form and beauty, yet are of countless different kinds. As each one's destiny unfolds, so goes their fate. Some are seated in high places of comfort, while others are made to serve.

The whole world has become one marketplace, and everything is sold at its own worth. Quality is the heart of it; that is what gives form its value. Where virtue is missing, suffering is great. Some stand out by their worth, priceless jewels of a name. Some, kept in a rich man's house, are dear in price yet cheap in truth. Some glitter out on the open sand, and no one even looks their way. The fortunate and full sit in their own homes, while wretched poverty crouches at the gate. Some look alike in worth and form, yet they are of countless kinds. As each one's gathered store comes due, so runs his fate. One is seated high in comfort; another is set to serve with his own hands.