Be silent when I blame thee.
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I complained to one of the sheikhs that a certain man had falsely accused me of lasciviousness. He replied: ‘Put him to shame by thy good conduct.’
May not find occasion to speak of thy faults.When the harp is in proper tuneHow can the hand of the musician correct it?
A dervish arrived in a place, the owner of which was of a noble disposition, and had surrounded himself with a company of distinguished and eloquent men, each of whom uttered something elegant or jocular, according to the fashion of wits. The dervish who had travelled through the desert and was fatigued had eaten nothing. One of the company asked him by way of encouragement likewise to say something. The dervish replied: ‘I do not possess distinction and eloquence like you and have read nothing so you must be satisfied with one distich of mine.’ The company having agreed with pleasure he recited:
Like a bachelor at the door of a bath of females.’The company, having thus been apprised of his famished condition, produced a table with bread but as he began to eat greedily the host said: ‘Friend, at any rate stop a while till my servants roast some minced meat’; whereon the dervish lifted his head…
If every night were to be the night of Qadr, the night of Qadr would be without Qadr.
The price of rubies and of stones would be the same.
I was constantly engaged in prayer, at the head of the prophet
kings, notorious for his injustice, happened to arrive on a pilgrimageto it, who offered his supplications and asked for compliance with hisneeds.The dervish and the plutocrat are slaves on the floor of thisthresholdAnd those who are the wealthiest are the most needy.Then he said to me: ‘Dervishes being zealous and veracious intheir dealings, unite thy…
An illustrious man had a worthy son who died. Being asked what he desired to be written upon the sarcophagus of the tomb, he replied: ‘The verses of the glorious book’ are deserving of more honour than to be written on such a spot, where they would be injured by the lapse of time, would be walked upon by persons passing by and urinated upon by dogs. If anything is necessarily to be written, let what follows suffice:
Sprouted-glad became my heart.Pass by, O friend, that in the springThou mayest see plants sprouting from my loam.’
A man, professing to be a hermit in the desert of Syria, attended for years to his devotions and subsisted on the leaves of trees. A padshah, who had gone in that direction by way of pilgrimage, approached him and said: ‘If thou thinkest proper, we shall prepare a place for thee in the town where thou wilt enjoy leisure for thy devotions and others may profit by thy spiritual advice as well as imitate thy good works.’ The hermit refused compliance but the pillars of the State were of opinion that, in order to please the king, he ought to spend a few days in town to ascertain the state of the place; so that if he feared that the purity of his precious time might become turbid by association with strangers, he would still have the option to refuse compliance. It is related that the hermit entered the town where a private garden-house of the king, which was a heart-expanding and soul refreshing locality, had been prepared to receive him.
Its hyacinths like the ringlets of mistressesProtected from the inclemency of mid-winterLike sucklings who have not yet tasted the nurse’s milk.And branches with pomegranates upon them:Fire suspended from the green-trees.The king immediately sent him a beautiful slave-girl:After beholding this hermit-deceiving crescent-moonOf the form of an angel and the beauty of a peacock,After seeing her it…