Analysis of Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 48

I saw bouquets of fresh roses  
Tied upon a cupola of grass.  
I asked: ‘What is despicable grass  
To sit also in the line of the roses?’  
The grass wept and said: ‘Hush!  
Companionship does not obliterate nobility.  
Although I have no beauty, colour and perfume,  
Am I not after all the grass of his garden?  
I am the slave of a bountiful lord,  
Cherished from old by his liberality.  
Whether I possess virtue or not  
I hope for grace from the Lord  
Although I possess no property  
No capital to offer as obedience.  
He knows the remedy for the slave  
To whom no support remains.  
It is customary that the owner gives a writ  
Of emancipation to an old slave.  
O God, who hast adorned the universe,  
Be bountiful to thy old slave.’  
Sa’di, take the road to the Ka’bah of submission.  
O man of God, follow the way of God.  
Unlucky is he who turns his head  
Away from this door for he will find no other door.