بخش 32 - جواب گفتن طاوس آن سایل را

When he (the peacock) had finished weeping, he said, “Begone, for thou art in pawn (bondage) to colour and perfume.

Dost not thou perceive that on account of these feathers a hundred afflictions approach me on every side?

Oh, many a pitiless fowler always lays a trap for me everywhere for the sake of these feathers.

How many an archer, for the sake of my plumage, shoots arrows at me (when I am) in the air!

Since I have not strength and self-control (to preserve me) from this destiny and this affliction and these tribulations,

’Tis better I should be ugly and hideous, that I may be safe amidst these mountains and deserts.

These (feathers) are the weapons of my pride, O noble sir: pride brings a hundred afflictions on the proud.