حکایت شمارهٔ 6

In the folly of youth I one day shouted at my mother who then sat down with a grieved heart in a corner and said, weeping: ‘Hast thou forgotten thy infancy that thou art harsh towards me?’

How sweetly said the old woman to her son When she saw him overthrow a tiger, and elephant-bodied: ‘If thou hadst remembered the time of thy infancy How helpless thou wast in my arms Thou would’st this day not have been harsh For thou art a lion-like man, and I an old woman.’