I saw a few fresh flowers
Growing on a dome of grass.
I asked: "What is this insignificant grass,
That it should sit in the row of flowers?"
The grass wept and said: "Hush,
Do not forget the kindness of companionship.
If I lack beauty, color, and fragrance,
Am I not still a plant of His garden?
I am a servant of the noble Lord,
Nurtured by His ancient grace.
Whether I am unskilled or skilled,
My hope is in the Lord’s kindness.
Though I have no goods,
And no capital of obedience,
He knows the servant’s plight
When no means remain.
It is customary for the owners of writing
To free an old servant.
O Lord of the world,
Have mercy on Your old servant.
Saadi, take the path of the Kaaba of contentment,
O man of God, seek the door of God.
Unfortunate is he who turns away
From this door, seeking another."
