حکایت شمارهٔ 37

Poet: Saadi

English translation: Rehatsek
مریدی گفت پیر را: چه کنم کز خَلایق به رنج اندرم، از بس که به زیارتِ من همی‌آیند و اوقاتِ مرا از تردّدِ ایشان تشویش می‌باشد؟
گفت: هر چه درویشانند مر ایشان را وامی بده و آنچه توانگرانند از ایشان چیزی بخواه که دیگر یکی گردِ تو نگردند!
گر گدا پیشروِ لشکرِ اسلام بُوَد
کافر از بیمِ توقّع برود تا درِ چین

A murid said to his pir: ‘What am I to do? I am troubled by the people, many of whom pay me visits. By their coming and going they encroach upon my precious time.’ He replied: ‘Lend something to every one of them who is poor and ask something from every one who is rich and they will come round thee no more.’

If a mendicant were the leader of the army of Islam, The infidels would for fear of his importunity run as far as China.

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Persian text source: Ganjoor

Audio source: Ganjoor