On Love and Youth

Story 1

Hasan Maimundi was asked that, as the Sultan Mahmud possesses so many beautiful slaves, each of whom is a marvel in the world, how it happens that he manifests towards none of them so much inclination and love as to Iyaz, although he is not more handsome than the others.

He replied: 'Whatever descends into the heart appears good to the eye.'

ہر كہ سلطان مريد او باشد

گر ہمہ بد كند، نكو باشد

وآنكہ را پادشہ بيندازد

كسش از خيل خانہ ننوازد

He whose Murid' the sultan is

If he does everything bad, it will be good.

But he whom the Padshah throws away

Will not be cared for by anyone in the household.

كسى بہ ديدہ انكار گر نگاہ كند

نشان صورت يوسف دہد بہ ناخوبى

و گر بہ چشم ارادت نگہ كنى در ديو

فرشتہ ايت نمايد بہ چشم كروبى

If anyone looks with an unfavorable eye

Even the figure of Joseph will indicate ugliness

And if he looks with the eye of desire on a demon,

He will appear an angel, a cherub in his sigh.

Story 2

It is said that a gentleman possessed a slave of exquisite beauty, whom he regarded with love and affection. He nevertheless said to a friend: 'Would that this slave of mine, with all the beauty and good qualities he possesses, had not a long and uncivil tongue!' He replied: 'Brother, do not expect service, after professing friendship; because when relations between lover and beloved come in, the relations between master and servant are superseded':

خواجہ با بندہ پرى رخسار

چون درآمد بہ بازى و خندہ

نہ عجب كو چو خواجہ حكم كند

وين كشد بار ناز چون بندہ

When a master with a fairy-faced slave

Begins to play and to laugh

What wonder if the latter coquets like the master

And the gentleman bears it like a slave?

A slave is to draw water and make bricks.

A pampered slave will strike with the fist.

Story 3

I saw a religious man, who had fallen in love with a fellow to such a degree that he had neither strength to remain patient nor to bear the talk of the people but would not relinquish his attachment, despite of the reproaches he suffered and the grief he bore, saying:

كوتہ نكنم ز دامنت دست

ور خود بزنى بہ تيغ تيزم

بعد از تو ملاذ و ملجاءيى نيست

ہم در تو گريزم ، ار گريزم

I shall not let go my hold of thy skirt

Even if thou strike me with a sharp sword.

After thee I have no refuge nor asylum.

To thee alone I shall flee if I flee.

I once reproached him, asking him what had become of his exquisite intellect so that it had been overcome by his base proclivity. He meditated a while and then said:

ہر كجا سلطان عشق آمد، نماند

قوت بازوى تقوا را محل

پاكدامن چون زيد بيچارہ اى

اوفتادہ تا گريبان در وحل

'Wherever love has become sultan

Piety's arm has no strength left.

How can a helpless fellow live purely

Who has sunk up to his neck in impurity?'

Story 4

One had lost his heart and bidden farewell to his life because the target which he aimed at was in a dangerous locality, portending destruction and no chance promising a morsel easily coming to the palate nor a bird falling into the trap.

چو در چشم شاہد نيايد زرت

زر و خاك يكسان نمايد برت

When thy sweetheart's eye has no regard for gold

Mud and gold are of equal value to thee.

I once advised him to abandon his aspiration to a fancy impossible of realization because many persons are enslaved by the same passion like himself, the feet of their hearts being in chains. He lamented and said:

دوستان گو نصيحتم مكنيد

كہ مرا ديدہ بر ارادت او است

جنگجويان بہ زور و پنجہ و كتف

دشمنان را كشند و خوبان دوست

'Tell my friends not to give me advice

Because my eyes are fixed on her wishes.

By the strength of fist and shoulders warriors

Slay enemies but sweethearts a friend.'

It is against the requirements of love to renounce affection to our sweethearts for fear of losing our lives.

تو كہ در بند خويشتن باشى

عشق باز دروغ زن باشى

گر نشايد بہ دوست رہ بردن

شرط يارى است در طلب مردن

Thou who art a slave to thy selfishness

Art mendacious in the game of love.

If there be no way to reach the friend

Friendship demands to die in pursuit of it.

I rise as no other source is left to me

Though the foe may smite me with arrow and sword.

گر دست رسد كہ آستينش گيرم

ورنہ بروم بر آستانش ميرم

If chance serves me I shall take hold of her sleeve.

Or else I shall go and die on her threshold.

His friends, who considered his position, pitied his state, gave him advice and at last confined him but all to no purpose.

دردا كہ طبيب ، صبر مى فرمايد

وى نفس حريص را شكر مى بايد

Alas, that the physician should prescribe patience,

Whereas this greedy lust requires sugar.

آن شنيدى كہ شاہدى بنہفت

با دل از دست رفتہ اى مى گفت

تا تو را قدر خويشتن باشد

پيش چشمت چہ قدر من باشد؟

Hast thou heard that the mistress secretly

Told him who had lost his heart:

'As long as thou possessest thy own dignity,

What will mine amount to in thy eyes?'

It is related that the royal prince who was the object of his affection had been informed to the effect that a good-natured and sweet-spoken youth was constantly attending on the plain, uttering graceful words; and strange tales having been heard of him, it appeared that his heart is inflamed and that he has a touch of insanity in his head.

The boy knew that his heart had become attached to him and that he had raised this dust of calamity. Accordingly he galloped towards him. When the youth perceived the prince approaching him, he said:

آن كس كہ مرا بكشت باز آمد پيش

مانا كہ دلش بسوخت بر كشتہ خويش

'He who has slain me has come back again.

It seems his heart burns for him whom he has slain.'

Although he accosted the youth graciously, asking him whence he came and what his occupation was, he was so plunged in the depths of the ocean of love that he could not breathe:

اگر خود ہفت سبع از بر بخوانى

چو آشفتى الف ب ت ندانى

If thou recitest the seven portions of the lesson by heart,

When thou art demented by love thou knowest not the A, B, C.

The prince said: 'Why speakest thou not to me? I also belong to the circle of dervishes; nay I am even in their service.'

In consequence of the force of the friendly advances of his beloved, he raised his head from the dashing waves of love and said:

عجب است با وجودت كہ وجود من بماند

تو بہ گفتن اندر آيى و مرا سخن بماند

'It is a marvel that with thy existence mine remains

That when thou speakest words to me remain.'

 Saying these words he uttered a shout and surrendered his life.

عجب از كشتہ نباشد بہ در خيمہ دوست

عجب از زندہ كہ چون جان بہ در آورد سليم ؟عجب از زندہ كہ چون جان بہ در آورد سليم ؟

It would not be strange if he had been slain at his tent door

But it would be strange that if alive he should escape safe.

Story 5

A schoolboy was so perfectly beautiful and sweet-voiced that the teacher, in accordance with human nature, conceived such an affection towards him that' he often recited the following verses:

نہ آنچنان بہ تو مشغولم اى بہشتى روى

كہ ياد خويشتنم در ضمير مى آيد

ز ديدنت نتوانم كہ ديدہ در بندم

و گر مقابلہ بينم كہ تير مى آيد

I am not so little occupied with thee, O heavenly face,

That remembrance of myself occurs to my mind.

From thy sight I am unable to withdraw my eyes

Although when I am opposite I may see that an arrow comes.

Once the boy said to him: 'As thou strivest to direct my studies, direct also my behavior. If thou perceivest anything reprovable in my conduct, although it may seem approvable to me, inform me thereof that I may endeavor to change it.'

He replied: 'O boy, make that request to someone else because the eyes with which I look upon thee behold nothing but virtues.'

چشم بدانديش كہ بر كندہ باد

عيب نمايد ہنرش در نظر

ور ہنرى دارى و ہفتاد عيب

دوست نبيند بجز آن يك ہنر

The ill-wishing eye, be it torn out

Sees only defects in his virtue.

But if thou possessest one virtue and seventy faults

A friend sees nothing except that virtue.

Story 6

I remember that one night a dear friend of mine entered when I jumped up in such a heedless way that the lamp was extinguished by my sleeve.

A vision appeared in the night and by its appearance the darkness was illuminated.

شگفت آمد از بختم كہ اين دولت از كجا؟

I was amazed at my luck exclaiming whence this felicity?

He took a seat and began reproving me saying that when I beheld him I extinguished the lamp.

I said: 'I thought the sun had risen and wits have said:

چون گرانى بہ پيش شمع آيد

خيزش اندر ميان جمع بكش

ور شكر خندہ اى است شيرين لب

آستينش بگير و شمع بكش

When an ugly person comes before the lamp

Arise to him and pull him into the assembly

But if it be a sugar-smiled, sweet-lipped one

Pull him by the sleeve and extinguish the lamp.'

Story 7

One who had for a considerable time not seen his friend asked him where he had been and said he had been longing.

He replied: 'To be longing is better than to be satisfied.'

دير آمدى اى نگار سرمستدير آمدى اى نگار سرمست

زودت ندہيم دامن از دست

معشوقہ كہ دير دير بينند

آخر كم از آنكہ سير بينند؟

Thou hast come late, O intoxicated idol,

We shall not soon let go thy skirt from the hand.

He who sees his sweetheart at long intervals

Is after all better off than if he sees too much of her.

بہ يك نفس كہ برآميخت يار با اغيار

بسى نماند كہ غيرت ، وجود من بكشد

When thou comest with friends to visit me

Although thou comest in peace thou art attacking.

If my sweetheart associates one moment with strangers

It wants but little and I die of jealousy.

بہ خندہ گفت كہ من شمع جمعم اى سعدى

مرا از آن چہ كہ پروانہ خويشتن بكشد؟

She said smiling: 'I am the lamp of the assembly, O Sa'di,

What is it to me if a moth kills itself?'

Story 8

I remember how in former times I and another friend kept company with each other like two almond kernels in one skin. Suddenly a separation took place but after a time, when my companion returned, he commenced to blame me for not having sent him a messenger during it.

I replied: 'I thought it would be a pity that the eyes of a messenger should be brightened by thy beauty and I deprived thereof.'

Tell my old friend not to give me advice with the tongue

Because even a sword will not compel me to repent.

I am jealous that anyone should see thee to satiety.

Again I say that no one will be satiated.

Story 9

I knew a learned man who had fallen in love with someone but his secret having fallen from the veil of concealment into publicity, he endured abundant persecution and displayed boundless patience.

I said once to him by way of consolation:

'I know thou entertainest no worldly motive nor inclination for baseness. It is nevertheless unbecoming the dignity of a scholar to expose himself to suspicions and to bear the persecutions of manner less persons.'

He replied:

'O friend, take off the hand of reproach from my skirt because I have often meditated on the opinion which thou entertainest but have found it easier to bear persecution for his sake than not to see him; and philosophers have said that:

it is easier to accustom the heart to strife, than to turn away the eye from seeing the beloved.

Who has his heart with a heart-ravisher

Has his beard in another's hand.

A gazelle with a halter on the neck

Is not able to walk of its own accord.

If he, without whom one cannot abide,

Becomes insolent it must be endured.

I one day told him to beware of his friend

But I often asked pardon for that day.

A friend does not abandon a friend.

I submit my heart to what he wills.

Whether he kindly calls me to himself

Or drives me away in anger he knows best.

Story 10

In the exuberance of youth, as it usually happens and as thou knowest, I was on the closest terms of intimacy with a sweetheart who had a melodious voice and a form beautiful like the moon just rising.

آنكہ نبات عارضش آب حيات مى خورد

در شكرش نگہ كند ہر كہ نبات مى خورد

He, the down of whose cheek drinks the water of immortality,

Whoever looks at his sugar lips eats sweetmeats.

I happened to notice something in his behavior which was contrary to nature and not approved of by me. Accordingly I gathered up my skirt from him and, picking up the pieces of the chess-game of friendship, recited:

برو ہر چہ مى بايدت پيش گير

سر ما ندارى سر خويش گير

'Go and do as thou listest.

Thou hast not our head; follow thine.'

I heard him saying when he went away:

شب پرہ گر وصل آفتاب نخواہد

رونق بازار آفتاب نكاہد

'If the bat desires not union with the sun

The beauty of the sun will not decrease.'

Saying this, he departed and his distress took effect on me:

بازى آى و مرا بكش كہ پيشت مردن

خوشتر كہ پس از تو زندگانى كردن

I lost the time of union and man is ignorant

Of the value of delightful life before adversity.

Return. Slay me. For to die in thy presence

Is more sweet than to live after thee.

Thanks be to the bounty of God, he returned some time afterwards but his melodious voice had changed, his Joseph like beauty had faded, on the apple of his skin dust had settled as upon a quince so that the splendour of his beauty had departed. He wanted me to embrace him. I complied and said:

آن روز كہ خط شاہدت بود

صاحب نظر از نظر براندى

امروز بيامدى بہ صلحش

كش ضمہ و فتحہ بر نشاندى

'On the day when thou hadst a beauteous incipient beard

Thou drovest him, who desired the sight, from thy sight.

Today thou camest to make peace with him

But hast exhibited Fathah and Zammah.

تازہ بہارا! ورقت زرد شد

ديگ منہ كاتش ما سرد شد

چند خرامى و تكبر كنى

دولت پارينہ تصور كنى ؟

پيش كسى رو كہ طلبكار تو است

ناز بر آن كن كہ خريدار تو است

His fresh spring is gone and he has become yellow.

Bring not the kettle because our fire is extinguished.

How long wilt thou strut about, showing arrogance,

Imagining felicity which has elapsed?

Go to him who will purchase thee.

Coquet with him who asks for thee.

سبزہ در باغ گفتہ اند خوش است

داند آن كہ اين سخن گويد

يعنى از روى نيكوان خط سبز

دل عشاق بيشتر جويد

بوستان تو گند نازايست

بس كہ بر مى كنى و مى رويد

They said: "Verdure in the garden is pleasing."

He knows it who utters these words.

Namely, heartfelt affection for that green line

Fascinates the hearts of lovers more and more.

Thy garden is a bed of leeks.

The more thou weedest it the more they grow.

گر صبر كنى ور نكنى موى بناگوش

اين دولت ايام نكويى بہ سر آيد

گر دست بہ جان داشتمى ہمچو تو بر ريش

نگذاشتمى تا بہ قيامت كہ برآيد

Whether thou pluckest out thy beard or not

This happiness of youthful days must end.

Had I the power of life as thou of the beard

I would not let it end till resurrection-day. I would not let it end till resurrection-day.

سؤ ال كردم و گفتم : جمال روى تو را

چہ شد كہ مورچہ بر گرد ماہ جوشيدہ است ؟

I asked and said: What has befallen the beauty of thy face

That ants are crawling round the moon?

جواب داد ندانم چہ بود رويم را

مگر بہ ماتم حسنم سياہ پوشيدہ است

He replied, smiling: "I know not what is the matter with my face.

Perhaps it wears black as mourning for my beauty."'

Story 11

I asked one of the people of Baghdad what he thought of beardless youths.

He replied: 'There is no good in them for when one of them is yet delicate and wanted he is insolent; but when he becomes rough and is not wanted he is affable.'

امرد آنگہ كہ خوب و شيرين است

تلخ گفتار و تند خوى بود

چون بہ ريش آمد و بہ لعنت شد

مردم آمير و مہرجوى بود

When a beardless youth is beautiful and sweet

His speech is bitter, his temper hasty.

When his beard grows and he attains puberty

He associates with men and seeks affection.

Story 12

One of the Ulema had been asked that, supposing one sits with a moon-faced beauty in a private apartment, the doors being closed, companions asleep, passion inflamed, and lust raging, as the Arab says, the date is ripe and its guardian not forbidding, whether he thought the power of abstinence would cause the man to remain in safety.

He replied:

اگر از مہ رويان بسلامت بماند از بدگويان نماند

If he remains in safety from the moon-faced one, he will not remain safe from evil speakers.'

If a man escapes from his own bad lust

He will not escape from the bad suspicions of accusers.

شايد پس كار خويشتن بنشستن

ليكن نتوان زبان مردم بستن

It is proper to sit down to one's own work

But it is impossible to bind the tongues of men.

Story 13

A parrot, having been imprisoned in a cage with a crow, was vexed by the sight and said:

'What a loathsome aspect is this! What an odious figure! What cursed object with rude habits! 0 crow of separation, would that the distance of the east from the west were between us.'

على الصباح بہ روى تو ہر كہ برخيزد

صباح روز سلامت بر او مسا باشد

بہ اخترى چو تو در صحبت بايستى

ولى چنين كہ تويى در جہان كجا باشد؟

Whoever beholds thee when he rises in the morning

The morn of a day of safety becomes evening to him.

An ill-omened one like thyself is fit to keep thee company

But where in the world is one like thee?

More strange still, the crow was similarly distressed by the proximity of the parrot and, having become disgusted, was shouting 'La haul', and lamenting the vicissitudes of time. He rubbed the claws of sorrow against each other and said:

'What ill-luck is this? What base destiny and chameleon like times? It was befitting my dignity to strut about on a garden-wall in the society of another crow.

پارسا را بس اين قدر زندان

كہ بود ہم طويلہ رندان

'It is sufficient imprisonment for a devote

To be in the same stable with profligates.

'What sin have I committed that I have already in this life, as a punishment for it, fallen into the bonds of this calamity in company with such a conceited, uncongenial and heedless fool?'

كس نيايد بہ پاى ديوارى

كہ بر آن صورتت نگار كنند

گر تو را در بہشت باشد جاى

ديگران دوزخ اختيار كنند

No one will approach the foot of the wall

Upon which they paint thy portrait.

If thy place were in paradise

Others would select. hell.

I have added this parable to let thee know that no matter how much a learned man may hate an ignorant man the latter hates him equally.

زاہدى در سماع رندان بود

زان ميان گفت شاہدى بلخى

گر ملولى ز ما ترش منشين

كہ تو ہم در ميان ما تلخى

A hermit was among profligates

When one of them, a Balkhi beauty, said:

'If thou art tired of us sit not sour

For thou art thyself bitter in our midst.'

جمعى چو گل و لالہ بہ ہم پيوستہ

تو ہيزم خشك در ميانى رستہ

چون باد مخالف و چو سرما ناخوش

چون برف نشستہ اى و چون يخ بستہ

An assembly joined together like roses and tulips!

Thou art withered wood, growing in its midst,

Like a contrary wind and unpleasant frost,

Like snow inert, like ice bound fast.

Story 14

I had a companion with whom I had traveled for years and eaten salt. Boundless intimacy subsisted between us till at last he suffered my mind to be grieved for the sake of some paltry gain and our friendship closed.

Despite of all this, however, mutual attachment of heart still subsisted between us because I heard him one day reciting in an assembly the following two distiches of my composition:

نگار من چو در آيد بہ خندہ نمكين

نمك زيادہ كند بر جراحت ريشان

چہ بودى ار سر زلفش بہ دستم افتادى

چو آستين كريمان بہ دست درويشان

When my sweetheart enters sweetly smiling

She adds more salt to my bleeding wound.

How would it be if the tip of her curls fell into my hand

Like the sleeve of the bountiful into the hands of dervishes?

Some friends bore witness not so much to the gracefulness of these verses as to the beauty of my conduct which they approved; and among the rest, the said friend likewise added his share of praise, regretting the loss of our former companionship and confessing his fault so that his affection became known. Accordingly I sent the following distiches and made peace: Some friends bore witness not so much to the gracefulness of these verses as to the beauty of my conduct which they approved; and among the rest, the said friend likewise added his share of praise, regretting the loss of our former companionship and confessing his fault so that his affection became known. Accordingly I sent the following distiches and made peace:

نہ ما را در ميان عہد و وفا بود

جفا كردى و بد عہدى نمودى ؟

بہ يك بار از جہان دل در تو بستم

ندانستم كہ برگردى بہ زودى

ہنوز گر سر صلح است بازآى

كز آن مقبولتر باشى كہ بودى

Was not there a covenant of friendship between us?

Thou hast been cruel and not loving.

I once tied my heart to thee, disregarding the world.

Not knowing thou wouldst turn back so soon.

If thou yet desirest conciliation, return

Because thou wilt be more beloved than before.

Story 15

The beautiful wife of a man died but her mother, a decrepit old hag, remained in the house on account of the dowry.

The man saw no means of escaping from contact with her until a company of friends paid him a visit of condolence and one of them asked him how he bore the loss of his beloved.

He replied: 'It is not as painful not to see my wife as to see the mother of my wife.'

گل بہ تاراج رفت و خار بماند

گنج برداشتند و مار بماند

The rose has been destroyed and the thorn remained.

The treasure has been taken and the serpent left.

ديدہ بر تارك سنان ديدن

خوشتر از روى دشمنان ديدن

واجب است از ہزار دوست بريد

تا يكى دشمنت نبايد ديد

It is better that one's eye be fixed on a spear-head

Than that it should behold the face of an enemy.

It is incumbent to sever connection with a thousand friends

Rather than to behold a single foe.

Story 16

I remember having in the days of my youth passed through a street, intending to see a moon-faced beauty. It was in Temuz, whose heat dried up the saliva in the mouth and whose simum boiled the marrow in my bones.

My weak human nature being unable to endure the scorching sun, I took refuge in the shadow of a wall, wishing someone might relieve me from the summer heat and quench my fire with some water; and lo, all of a sudden, from the darkness of the porch of a house a light shone forth, namely a beauty, the grace of which the tongue of eloquence is unable to describe.

She came out like the rising dawn after an obscure night or the water of immortality gushing from a dark cavern, carrying in her hand a bowl of snow-water, into which sugar had been poured and essence of roses mixed. I knew not whether she had perfumed it with rose-water or whether a few drops from her rosy face had fallen into it.

In short, I took the beverage from her beautiful hands, drank it and began to live again.

The thirst of my heart cannot be quenched

By sipping limpid water even if I drink oceans of it.

خرم آن فرخندہ طالع را كہ چشم

بر چنين روى اوفتد ہر بامداد

مست بيدار گردد نيم شب

مست ساقى روز محشر بامداد

Blessed is the man of happy destiny whose eye

Alights every morning on such a countenance.

One drunk of wine awakens at midnight,

One drunk of the cupbearer on the morn of resurrection.

Story 17

In the year when Muhammad Khowarzam Shah (may mercy of Allah be on him) concluded peace with the king of Khata to suit his own purpose, I entered the cathedral mosque of Kashgar and saw an extremely handsome, graceful boy as described in the simile:

معلمت ہمہ شوخى و دلبرى آموخت

جفا و عتاب و ستمگرى آموخت

من آدمى بہ چنين شكل و خوى و قد و روش

نديدہ ام مگر اين شيوہ از پرى آموخت

Thy master has taught thee to coquet and to ravish hearts,

Instructed thee to oppose, to dally, to blame and to be severe.

A person of such figure, temper, stature and gait

I have not seen; perhaps he learnt these tricks from a fairy.

He was holding in his hand the introduction to Zamaksharni's Arabic syntax and reciting:

Zaid struck Amru and was the injurer of Amru.

I said: 'Boy! Khowarzam and Khata have concluded peace, and the quarrel between Zaid and Amru still subsists!'

He smiled and asked for my birthplace.

I replied: 'The soil of Shiraz.'

He continued: 'What rememberest thou of the compositions of Sa'di?'

I recited:

بليت بنحوي يصول مغاضبا

علي كزيد في مقابلہ العمرو

علي جر ذيل يرفع راسہ

و ہل يستقيم الرفع من عامل الجر

'I am tired by a nahvi who makes a furious attack

Upon me, like Zaid in his opposition to Amru.

When Zaid submits he does not raise his head

And how can elevation subsist when submission is the regent?

He considered awhile and then said: 'Most of his poetry current in this country is in the Persian language. If thou wilt recite some, it will be more easily understood.'

Then I said:

طبع تو را تا ہوس نحو كرد

صورت صبر از دل ما محو كرد

اى دل عشاق بہ دام تو صيد

ما بہ تو مشغول تو با عمرو و زيد

'When thy nature has enticed thee with syntax

It blotted out the form of intellect from our heart.

Alas, the hearts of lovers are captive in thy snare.

We are occupied with thee but thou with Amru and Zaid.'

The next morning, when I was about to depart, some people told him that I was Sa'di, whereon he came running to me and politely expressed his regret that I had not revealed my identity before so that he might have girded his loins to serve me in token of the gratitude due to the presence of a great man.

In spite of thy presence no voice came to say: I am he.

He also said: 'What would it be if thou wert to spend in this country some days in repose that we might derive advantage by serving thee?'

I replied: 'I cannot on account of the following adventure which occurred to me:

بزرگى ديدم اندر كوہسارى

قناعت كردہ از دنيا بہ غارى

چرا گفتم : بہ شہر اندر نيايى

كہ بارى ، بندى از دل برگشايى

I beheld an illustrious man in a mountain region

Who had contentedly retired from the world into a cave.

Why, said I, comest thou not into the city

For once to relax the bonds of thy heart?

بگفت : آنجا پريرويان نغزند

چو گل بسيار شد پيلان بلغزند

He replied: 'Fairy-faced maidens are there.

When clay is plentiful, elephants will stumble.'

This I said. Then we kissed each other's heads and faces and took leave of each other.

بوسہ دادن بہ روى دوست چہ سود؟

ہم در اين لحظہ كردنش بہ درود

سيب گويى وداع بستان كرد

روى از اين نيمہ سرخ ، و زان سو زرد

What profits it to kiss a friend's face

And at the same time to take leave of him?

Thou wouldst say that he who parts from friends is an apple.

One half of his face is red and the other yellow.

If I die not of grief on the day of separation

Reckon me not faithful in friendship.

Story 18

A man in patched garments' accompanied us in a caravan to the Hajaz and one of the Arab Amirs presented him with a hundred dinars to spend upon his family but robbers of the Kufatcha tribe suddenly fell upon the caravan and robbed it clean of everything. The merchants began to wail and to cry, uttering vain shouts and lamentations.

گر تضرع كنى و گر فرياد

دزد، زر باز پس نخواہد داد

Whether thou implorest or complainest

The robber will not return the gold again.

The dervish alone had not lost his equanimity and showed no change. I asked: 'Perhaps they have not taken thy money?'

He replied: 'Yes, they have but I was not so much accustomed to that money that separation therefrom could grieve my heart':

نبايد بستن اندر چيز و كس دل

كہ دل برداشتن كارى است مشكل

The heart must not be tied to any thing or person

Because to take off the heart is a difficult affair.

I replied: 'What thou hast said resembles my case because, when I was young, my intimacy with a young man and my friendship for him were such that his beauty was the Qiblah of my eye and the chief joy of my life union with him':

مگر ملائكہ بر آسمان ، و گرنہ بشر

بہ حسن صورت او در زمين نخواہد بود

Perhaps an angel in heaven but no mortal

Can be on earth equal in beauty of form to him.

I swear by the amity, after which companionship is illicit,

No human sperm will ever become a man like him.

All of a sudden the foot of his life sank into the mire of non-existence. The smoke of separation arose from his family. I kept him company on his grave for many days and one of my compositions on his loss is as follows:

كاش كان روز كہ در پاى تو شد خار اجل

دست گيتى بزدى تيغ ہلاكم بر سر

تا در اين روز، جہان بى تو نديدى چشمم

اين منم بر سر خاك تو كہ خاكم بر سر

Would that on the day when the thorn of fate entered thy foot

The hand of heaven had struck a sword on my head;

So that this day my eye could not see the world without thee.

Here I am on thy grave, would that it were over my head.

آنكہ قرارش نگرفتى و خواب

تا گل و نسرين نفشاندى نخست

گردش گيتى گل رويش بريخت

خار بنان بر سر خاكش برست

He who could take neither rest nor sleep

Before he had first scattered roses and narcissi.

The turns of heaven have strewn the roses of his face.

Thorns and brambles are growing on his tomb.

After separation from him I resolved and firmly determined to fold up the carpet of pleasure during the rest of my life and to retire from mixing in society:

Last night I strutted about like a peacock in the garden of union

But today, through separation from my friend, I twist my head like a snake.

The profit of the sea would be good if there were no fear of waves.

The company of the rose would be sweet if there were no pain fromthorns.

Story 19

A king of the Arabs, having been informed of the relations subsisting between Laila and Majnun, with an account of the latter's insanity, to the effect that he had in spite of his great accomplishments and eloquence, chosen to roam about in the desert and to let go the reins of self-control from his hands; he ordered him to be brought to his presence, and this having been done, he began to reprove him and to ask him what defect he had discovered in the nobility of the human soul that he adopted the habits of beasts and abandoned the society of mankind. Majnun replied:

'Many friends have blamed me for loving her.

Will they not see her one day and understand my excuse?'

كاش آنانكہ عيب من جستند

رويت اى دلستان ، بديدنى

تا بہ جاى ترنج در نظرت

بى خبر دستہا بريدندى

Would that those who are reproving me

Could see thy face, O ravisher of hearts,

That instead of a lemon in thy presence

They might heedlessly cut their hands.

That the truth may bear witness to the assertion:

This is he for whose sake ye blamed me.

The king expressed a wish to see the beauty of Laila in order to ascertain the cause of so much distress.

Accordingly he ordered her to be searched for. The encampments of various Arab families having been visited, she was found, conveyed to the king and led into the courtyard of the palace.

The king looked at her outward form for some time and she appeared despicable in his sight because the meanest handmaids of his harem excelled her in beauty and attractions.

Majnun, who shrewdly understood the thoughts of the king, said:

از دريچہ چشم مجنون بايد در جمال ليلي نظر كردن تا سر مشاہدہ او بر تو تجلي كند

'It would have been necessary to look from the window of Majnun's eye at the beauty of Laila when the mystery of her aspect would have been revealed to thee.'

If the record of the glade which entered my ears

Had been heard by the leaves of the glade they would have lamented with me.

تندر ستانرا نباشد درد ريش

جز بہ ہم دردى نگويم درد خويش

سوز من با ديگرى نسبت نكن

او نمك بر دست و من بر عضو ريش

O company of friends, say to him who is unconcerned

'Would that thou knewest what is in a pining heart

Who are healthy have no pain from wounds.

I shall tell my grief to no one but a sympathizer.

گفتن از زنبور بى حاصل بود

با يكى در عمر خود ناخوردہ نيش

تا تو را حالى نباشد ہمچو ما

حال ما باشد تو را افسانہ پيش

It is useless to speak of bees to one

Who never in his life felt their sting.

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My state will be but an idle tale to thee.

Story 20

It is related that the Qazi of Hamdan, having conceived affection towards a Ferrier-boy and the horseshoe of his heart being on fire, he sought for some time to meet him, roaming about and seeking for opportunities, according to the saying of chroniclers:

That straight tall cypress my eyes beheld

It robbed me of my heart and threw me down.

Those wanton eyes have taken my heart with a lasso.

If thou desirest to preserve thy heart shut thy eyes.

I was informed that the boy, who had heard something of the Qazi's passion, happening to meet him in a thoroughfare, manifested immense wrath, assailed the Qazi with disrespectful and insulting words, snatched up a stone and left no injury untried. The Qazi said to an Ulema of repute who happened to be of the same opinion with him:

'Look at that sweetheart and his getting angry,

And that bitter knot of his sweet eyebrow.'

The Arab says: 'A slap from a lover is a raisin.

A blow from the hand on the mouth

Is sweeter than eating bread with one's own hand.

In the same way the boy's impudence might be indicating kindness as Padshahs utter hard words whilst they secretly wish for peace:

Grapes yet unripe are sour.

Wait two or three days, they will become sweet.

After saying these words he returned to his court of justice, where some respectable men connected with him kissed the ground of service and said:

'With thy permission we shall, doing obeisance, speak some words to thee although they may be contrary to politeness because illustrious men have said:

It is not permissible to argue on every topic.

To find fault with great men is wrong.

'But as in consequence of favors conferred by thy lordship in former times upon thy servants it would be a kind of treachery to withhold the opinion they entertain, they inform thee that the proper way is not to yield to thy inclinations concerning this boy but to fold up the carpet of lascivious desires because thy dignity as Qazi is high and must not be polluted by a base crime. The companion thou hast seen is this, and our words thou hast heard are these:

One who has done many disreputable things

Cares nothing for the reputation of anyone.

Many a good name of fifty years

Was trodden under foot by one bad name."

The Qazi approved of the unanimous advice of his friends and appreciated their good opinion as well as their steadfast fidelity, saying that the view taken by his beloved friends on the arrangement of his case was perfectly right and their arguments admitting of no contradiction.

Nevertheless:

Although love ceases in consequence of reproval

I heard that just men sometimes concoct falsehoods.

Blame me as much as thou listest

Because blackness cannot be washed off from a negro.

Nothing can blot out my remembrance of thee.

I am a snake with broken head and cannot turn.

These words he said and sent some persons to make inquiries about him, spending boundless money because it is said that whoever has gold in his hand possesses strength of arm and he who has no worldly goods has no friends in the whole world:

Whoever has seen gold droops his head,

Although he may be hard to bend like iron-backed scales.

In short, one night he obtained privacy but during that night the police obtained information that the Qazi is spending the whole of it with wine in his hand and a sweetheart on his bosom, enjoying himself, not sleeping, and singing:

Has this cock perhaps not crowed at the proper time this night

And have the lovers not had their fill of embrace, and kiss

Whilst alas for only a moment the eye of confusion is asleep?

Remain awake that life may not elapse in vain

Till thou hearest the morning call from the Friday-mosque

Or the noise of kettle-drums on Atabek's palace-gate.

Lips against lips like the cock's eye

Are not to part at the crowing of a silly cock.

Whilst the Qazi was in this state one of his dependants entered and said:

'Arise and run as far as thy feet will carry thee because the envious have not only obtained a handle for vexation but have spoken the truth. We may, whilst the fire of confusion is yet burning low, perchance extinguish it with the water of stratagem but when it blazes up high it may destroy a world.'

The Qazi, however, replied:

'When the lion has his claws on the game

What boots it if a jackal makes his appearance?

Keep thy face on the face of the friend and leave

The foe to chew the back of his own hand in rage.'

The same night information was also brought to the king that in his realm such a wickedness had been perpetrated and he was asked what he thought of it. He replied:

'I know that he is one of the most learned men, and I account him to be the paragon of our age. As it is possible that enemies have devised a plot against him, I give no credit to this accusation unless I obtain ocular evidence because philosophers have said: 'I know that he is one of the most learned men, and I account him to be the paragon of our age. As it is possible that enemies have devised a plot against him, I give no credit to this accusation unless I obtain ocular evidence because philosophers have said:

He who grasps the sword in haste

Will repenting carry the back of his hand to his teeth and bite it.'

I heard that at dawn the king with some of his courtiers arrived at the pillow of the Qazi, saw a lamp standing, the sweetheart sitting, the wine spilled, the goblet broken and the Qazi plunged in the sleep of drunkenness, unaware of the realm of existence.

The king awakened him gently and said: 'Get up for the sun has risen.'

The Qazi, who perceived the state of affairs, asked: 'From what direction?'

The sultan was astonished and replied: 'From the east as usual.'

The Qazi exclaimed:

'Praise be to Allah! The door of repentance is yet open because according to tradition the gate Of repentance will not be locked against worshippers till the sun rises in its setting place.'

These two things impelled me to sin:

My ill-luck and my imperfect understanding.

If thou givest me punishment I deserve it

And if thou forgivest pardon is better than revenge.

The king replied: 'As thou knowest that thou must suffer capital punishment, it is of no use to repent. But their faith availed them not after they had beholden our vengeance.

'What is the use to promise to forego thieving

When a lasso cannot be thrown up to the palace?

Say to the tall man: "Do not pluck the fruit",

For he who is short cannot reach the branch.

'For thee, who hast committed such wickedness, there is no way of escape.'

After the king had uttered these words, the men appointed for the execution took hold of him, whereon he said: 'I have one word more to speak in the service of the sultan.'

The king, who heard him, asked: 'What is it?'

And he recited:

'Thou who shakest the sleeve of displeasure upon me

Expect not that I shall withdraw my hand from thy skirt.

If escape be impossible from this crime which I committed

I trust to the clemency which thou possessest.'

The king replied:

Thou hast adduced this wonderful sally and hast enounced a strange maxim but it is impossible according to reason and contrary to usage that thy accomplishments and eloquence should this day save thee from the punishment which I have decreed; and I consider it proper to throw thee headlong from the castle that others may take an example.'

He continued: 'O lord of the world, I have been nourished by the bounty of this dynasty, and this crime was not committed only by me in the world. Throw another man headlong that I may take the example.'

The king burst out laughing, pardoned his crime and said to his dependents who desired the Qazi to be slain:

'Everyone of you who are bearers of your own faults

Ought not to blame others for their defects.'

Story 21

جوانى پاكباز پاكرو بود

كہ با پاكيزہ رويي در گرو بود

چنين خواندم كہ در درياي اعظم

بہ گردابي درافتادند با ہم

A virtuous and beauteous youth

Was pledged to a chaste maiden.

I read that in the great sea

They fell into a vortex together.

چو ملاح آمدش تا دست گيرد

مبادا كاندر آن حالت بميرد

ہمى گفت از ميان موج و تشوير

مرا بگذار و دست يار من گير

When a sailor came to take his hand,

Lest he might die in that condition,

He said in anguish from the waves:

'Leave me. Take the hand of my love.'

در اين گفتن جہان بر وى بر آشفت

شنيدندش كہ جان مى داد و مى گفت :

حديث عشق از آن بطال منيوش

كہ در سختى كند يارى فراموش

Whilst saying this, he despaired of life.

In his agony he was heard to exclaim:

'Learn not the tale of love from the wretch

Who forgets his beloved in distress.'

چنين كردند ياران ، زندگانى

ز كار افتادہ بشنو تا بدانى

كہ سعدى راہ و رسم عشق بازى

چنان داند كہ در بغداد تازى

Thus the lives of the lovers terminated.

Learn from what has occurred that thou mayest know

Because Sa'di is of the ways and means of love affairs

Well aware in the Arabian city of Baghdad.

Tie thy heart to the heart-charmer thou possessest

And shut thy eye to all the rest of the world. And shut thy eye to all the rest of the world.

اگر مجنون ليلى زندہ گشتى

حديث عشق از اين دفتر نبشتى

If Majnun and Laila were to come to life again

They might indite a tale of love on this occurrence.

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