درویش ضعیفحال را در خشکی تنگسال مپرس که «چونی؟»، الا به شرط آن که مرهم ریشش بنهی و معلومی پیشش.
خری که بینی و باری به گل درافتاده
به دل بر او شفقت کن ولی مرو به سرش
کنون که رفتی و پرسیدیش که چون افتاد
میان ببند و چو مردان بگیر دمب خرش
Ask not a dervish in poor circumstances, and in the distress of a year of famine, how he feels, unless thou art ready to apply a salve to his wound or to provide him with a maintenance.
When thou seest an ass, fallen in mud with his load, Have mercy in thy heart and step not on his head. But when thou hast gone and asked him how he fell, Gird thy loins and take hold of his tail like a man.
Zameen