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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 17</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the year when Muhammad Khovarezm Shah concluded peace with the king of Khata to suit his own purpose, I entered the cathedral mosque of Kashgar and saw an extremely handsome, graceful boy as described in the simile:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thy master has taught thee to coquet and to ravish hearts, <br> Instructed thee to oppose, to dally, to blame and to be severe. <br> A person of such figure, temper, stature and gait <br> I have not seen; perhaps he learnt these tricks from a fairy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was holding in his hand the introduction to Zamaksharni’s Arabic syntax and reciting: Zaid struck Amru and was the injurer of Amru. I said: ‘Boy! Khovarezm and Khata have concluded peace, and the quarrel between Zaid and Amru still subsists!’ He smiled and asked for my birthplace. I replied: ‘The soil of Shiraz.’ He continued: ‘What rememberest thou of the compositions of Sa’di?’ I recited:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ‘I am tired by a nahvi who makes a furious attack <br> Upon me, like Zaid in his opposition to Amru. <br> When Zaid submits he does not raise his head <br> And how can elevation subsist when submission is the regent? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He considered awhile and then said: ‘Most of his poetry current in this country is in the Persian language. If thou wilt recite some, it will be more easily understood.’ Then I said:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ‘When thy nature has enticed thee with syntax <br> It blotted out the form of intellect from our heart. <br> Alas, the hearts of lovers are captive in thy snare. <br> We are occupied with thee but thou with Amru and Zaid.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next morning, when I was about to depart, some people told him that I was Sa’di, whereon he came running to me and politely expressed his regret that I had not revealed my identity before so that he might have girded his loins to serve me in token of the gratitude due to the presence of a great man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In spite of thy presence no voice came to say: I am he. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He also said: ‘What would it be if thou wert to spend in this country some days in repose that we might derive advantage by serving thee?’ I replied: ‘I cannot on account of the following adventure which occurred to me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I beheld an illustrious man in a mountain region <br> Who had contentedly retired from the world into a cave. <br> Why, said I, comest thou not into the city <br> For once to relax the bonds of thy heart? <br> He replied: ‘Fairy-faced maidens are there. <br> When clay is plentiful, elephants will stumble.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This I said. Then we kissed each other’s heads and faces and took leave of each other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What profits it to kiss a friend’s face <br> And at the same time to take leave of him? <br> Thou wouldst say that he who parts from friends is an apple. <br> One half of his face is red and the other yellow. <br> If I die not of grief on the day of separation <br> Reckon me not faithful in friendship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sa+di">Sa di</a><div class=q>
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