Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 28 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BC D EDFFBFGHFI

The life of a king was drawing to a close and he had no successor He ordered in his last testament that the next morning after his death the first person entering the gate of the city be presented with the royal crown and be entrusted with the government of the realm It so happened that the first person who entered was a mendicant who had all his life subsisted on the morsels he collected and had sewn patch after patch upon his clothes The pillars of the state and grandees of the court executed the injunction of the king and bestowed upon him the government and the treasures whereon the dervish reigned for a while until some amirs of the monarchy withdrew their necks from his obedience and kings from every side began to rise for hostilities and to prepare their armies for war At last his own troops and subjects also rebelled and deprived him of a portion of his dominions This event afflicted the mind of the dervish until one of his old friends who had been his companion when he was yet himself a dervish returned from a journey and seeing him in such an exalted position said Thanks be to God the most high and glorious that thy rose has thus come forth from the thorn and thy thorn was extracted from thy foot Thy high luck has aided thee and prosperity with fortune has guided thee till thou hast attained this position Verily hardship is followed by comfortA
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A flower is sometimes blooming and sometimes witheringB
A tree is at times nude and at times clothedC
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He replied Brother condole with me because there is no occasion for congratulation When thou sawest me last I was distressed for bread and now a world of distress has overwhelmed meD
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If I have no wealth I grieveE
If I have some the love of it captivates meD
There is no greater calamity than worldly goodsF
Both their possession and their want are griefsF
If thou wishest for power covet nothingB
Except contentment which is sufficient happinessF
If a rich man pours gold into thy lapG
Care not a moment for thanking himH
Because often I heard great men sayF
The patience of a dervish is better than the gift of a rich manI

Saadi Shirazi



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