I heard that in a region of the West

There were two brothers from one father

Generals, proud and strong

Handsome, wise, and skilled with the sword

The father found both to be formidable men

Seeking challenges and battles

He went and divided the land in two

Giving each son a portion

So they would not rebel against each other

And draw swords in enmity

After that, the father counted his days

And entrusted his sweet soul to the Creator

Death severed his rope of hope

His death closed the hand of action

That kingdom was assigned to two kings

With countless treasures and armies

Each took his own path

According to his own judgment

One chose justice to earn a good name

The other chose oppression to gather wealth

One made compassion his nature

He gave money and cared for the poor

He built, gave bread, and honored his army

At night, he made shelters for the poor

He emptied his treasures and filled his army

So that the people were joyous

The sound of joy rose like thunder

Like Shiraz in the time of Abu Bakr Sa'd

The wise and fortunate king

May his branch of hope be prosperous

Hear the tale of that noble seeker of fame

Who was virtuous and blessed in character

Dedicated to comforting both the elite and the common people

Praising God morning and evening

In that land, even the brave Qarun would go

For the just king was content with the dervish

In his time, no one felt a thorn in their heart

I do not say a thorn, but a petal of a rose

The support of the kingdom came from the leaders

The leaders bowed to his line

He wanted to increase his throne and crown

He increased the tax on the peasants

He coveted the wealth of the merchants

And brought calamity upon the helpless

He did not give or take in hopes of excess

The wise know he did wrong

For while he gathered that gold through cunning

The army scattered due to weakness

The merchants heard the news

That there is oppression in the land of that unskilled man

They stopped buying and selling there

The crops did not grow, and the peasants suffered

When his fortune turned away from friendship

The unsuccessful enemy gained power over him

The strife of heaven uprooted his roots

The hoof of the enemy's horse destroyed his land

Who seeks loyalty when the covenant is broken?

From whom will he demand taxes when the peasants flee?

What goodness does that insincere one desire

When he has the curse of others behind him?

When his fortune turned downwards in fate

He did not do what the good people advised him to do

What did the good people say to that good man?

Enjoy it, for the oppressor will not enjoy it

His suspicion was wrong and his plan was weak

For what he sought in oppression was found in justice

One was cutting the branch he sat on

The owner of the orchard saw and said

He said: If this man does wrong

It is not against me, but against himself

Advice is proper if you listen

Do not throw the weak upon the shoulders of the strong

For tomorrow the king will bring the case to the judge

Of a beggar who is not worth a grain before you

If you want to rule over him tomorrow

Do not make him your enemy by being inferior

For when this reign passes over you

That beggar will seize your cloak in anger

Do not harm the weak

For if they overthrow you, you will be ashamed

For it is ugly in the eyes of the free

To fall by the hands of the fallen

The great clear-hearted and fortunate ones

Won the crown and throne through wisdom

Do not stray from the path of the righteous

And if you seek truth, listen to Saadi