I remember from the time of my childhood

When I went out with my father on a holiday

I became busy with play among the people

In the crowd, I got lost from my father

I cried out in fear and terror

My father suddenly pulled my ear

Saying, 'O naughty one, how many times

Have I told you not to let go of my hand?'

A small child does not know how to go alone

For it is difficult to find the unseen path

You too, O seeker, are like a small child

Go and hold the hem of the guides

Do not associate with base people

If you do, you will lose your dignity

Cling to the saddle straps of the pure

For a mystic is not ashamed of begging

Disciples are stronger than children

The elders are like solid walls

Learn to walk from that small child

Who seeks support from the wall

He escaped from the chains of the impious

To sit in the circle of the pious

If you have a need, join this circle

For the Sultan has no escape from this door

Go, glean like Saadi

So that you may gather the harvest of knowledge

O residents of the sanctuary of intimacy

Who will sit at the holy table tomorrow

Do not turn away from the group of beggars

For a noble person does not reject the dependent

Now, one must associate with wisdom

For tomorrow, there will be no way to return