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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 48

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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 48

I saw bouquets of fresh roses Tied upon a cupola of grass. I asked: ‘What is despicable grass To sit also in the line of the roses? ’ The grass wept and said: ‘Hush! Companionship does not obliterate nobility. Although I have no beauty, colour and perfume, Am I not after all the grass of his garden? I am the slave of a bountiful lord, Cherished from old by his liberality. Whether I possess virtue or not I hope for grace from the Lord Although I possess no property No capital to offer as obedience. He knows the remedy for the slave To whom no support remains. It is customary that the owner gives a writ Of emancipation to an old slave. O God, who hast adorned the universe, Be bountiful to thy old slave. ’ Sa’di, take the road to the Ka’bah of submission. O man of God, follow the way of God. Unlucky is he who turns his head Away from this door for he will find no other door. THE GULISTAN OF SA'DI Translated by Richard Francis Burton (1821-1890)