I saw a holy man on the seashore who had been wounded by a tiger. No medicine could relieve his pain; he suffered much but he nevertheless constantly thanked God the most high, saying: -Praise be to Allah that I have fallen into a calamity and not into sin.-
If that beloved Friend decrees me to be slain
I shall not say that moment that I grieve for life
Or say: What fault has thy slave committed?
My grief will be for having offended thee.
Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 13
Saadi Shirazi
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Poem topics: friend, god, grief, life, pain, tiger, moment, fault, allah, holy, high, slave, fallen, medicine, calamity, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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