Story on the fruits of well-doing حکایت ثمره نیکوکاری

Bustan Saadi بوستان سعدی

In a dream Khojand’s chief saw a person out-root
A thorn, that had stuck in an orphan boy’s foot.
He was saying — and strutting in Paradise, free: —
“What roses have grown from that thorn over me?”
  یکی خار پای یتیمی بکند
به خواب اندرش دید صدر خجند
همی گفت و در روضهها میچمید
کزان خار بر من چه گلها دمید
While you can, from the practice of mercy don’t go!
For on you they’ll have mercy, if mercy you show.
When you do one a favour, don’t swell with conceit!
Saying, ” I am supreme with all else at my feet I”  
  مشو تا توانی ز رحمت بری
که رحمت برندت چو رحمت بری
چو انعام کردی مشو خود پرست
که من سرورم دیگران زیر دست
If the sword of his Time has been driven beneath,
Is the dread sword of Time not still out of its sheath?
When a thousand men blessing your fortune, you see,
To God, for His gifts, let your thankfulness be!  
  اگر تیغ دورانش انداخته‌ست
نه شمشیر دوران هنوز آخته‌ست؟
چو بینی دعا گوی دولت هزار
خداوند را شکر نعمت گزار
For with hope fixed on you, a vast multitude stand;
And you are not hopeful at any one’s hand.
Liberality’s special to kings, I’ve expressed;
I’ve said wrong ; it’s a nature by prophets possessed  
  که چشم از تو دارند مردم بسی
نه تو چشم داری به دست کسی
کرم خوانده‌ام سیرت سروران
غلط گفتم، اخلاق پیغمبران

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