A group among the people of speech

Claim that Hatem Assem was deaf, do not believe it

The sound of a fly arose at dawn

Which had fallen into the web of a spider

Its weakness and silence were a trick

The fly thought it was caught in a trap

The Sheikh looked with full respect

Saying, 'O you who are bound by desire, stay grounded'

Not everywhere sugar, honey, and candy are present

For in the corners there are traps and snares

One of the circle of wise men said

I wonder, O man on the path of God

Why did you make the fly cry out so?

That was difficult for us to hear

You became aware of the fly's cry

It is not right to call you deaf from now on

Smiling, he said, 'O sharp intellect'

A deaf man listens to no false talk

Those who are with us in seclusion

Cover my flaws and praise me

When they conceal their lowly morals

We remain beneath them, with a humble nature

I pretend that I hear

So that I may be free from pretension

When they know me as one who listens

They will speak both my virtues and flaws

If I hear bad things, I am not pleased

From bad deeds, I take my distance

Do not reach for the rope of praise

Be like Hatem Assem and hear your faults