Story, of the haji’s ivory comb حکایت شانه عاج حاجی

Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی

A Haji once gave me an ivory comb;
(Mercy rest on the virtues of Hajis, who roam)
مرا حاجیی شانه عاج داد
که رحمت بر اخلاق حجاج باد
I had heard that he dared once to call me a dog;
For at something I said, was his mind set agog.
شنیدم که باری سگم خوانده بود
که از من به نوعی دلش مانده بود
“This bone,” I said — casting the comb on the ground
” Does not suit me! henceforth do not call me a hound!
بینداختم شانه کاین استخوان
نمیبایدم دیگرم سگ مخوان
If I drink my own vinegar, do not suppose,
That I care to endure the confectioner’s blows! “
مپندار چون سرکه خود خورم
که جور خداوند حلوا برم
Let a little, oh spirit, your wish satisfy!
That the Sultan and beggar as one, you may spy!
قناعت کن ای نفس بر اندکی
که سلطان و درویش بینی یکی
In front of a monarch, your wishes, why bring?
When you’ve set aside greed, you yourself are a king!
چرا پیش خسرو به خواهش روی
چو یک سو نهادی طمع، خسروی
If you worship yourself, make your stomach a gong!
And pray at each door, as you travel along.
وگر خود پرستی شکم طبله کن
در خانه این و آن قبله کن


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