There was a beloved in the farthest part of Tabriz

Who was always awake and a night traveler

One night, he saw a place where a thief cast a rope

It curled and threw itself over the edge of the wall

He informed people, and a commotion arose

Men from every side rose with sticks in hand

When the coward heard the voice of the people

He saw no place to remain in danger

A warning came to him from that chaos

Escape in time became his choice

From the mercy of the righteous heart, he softened

For the poor thief was deprived that night

In the darkness, he came after the rise

He welcomed him by another way

Friend, do not go; I am your acquaintance

In manliness, I am the dust beneath your feet

I have seen no one like you in manliness

For warriors come in only two kinds

One is the bravery of facing the enemy

The other is saving one's life from the battlefield

For both of these traits, I am your servant

What name can I bear, for I am your master?

If you wish, by the command of generosity

I will take you to a place where I know the way

There is a small house with a tightly shut door

Do not think that it is the abode of the Lord

We place two bricks on top of each other

We place one brick on top of the other

Build as much as you can hold in your hand

Better that than become poor again

With compassion, flattery, and skill

He pulled him towards his own home

The noble night traveler lowered his shoulder

And upon his shoulder, the master of intelligence rose

With his cloak, turban, and the clothes he wore

He put them down at his feet

From there arose a clamor, for the thief

The reward, O youth, is in help and wages

He fled from the thief's deception and chaos

Running, with the righteous robe under his arm

The heart of the man of good faith was at ease

For the lost one had found his wish

The wicked man who showed no mercy

Forgave him with the heart of a good man

It is no wonder from the conduct of the wise

That they do good with generosity toward the wicked

The good live in the fortune of the wicked

Though the wicked do not dwell among the righteous