A beloved was in the farthest part of Tabriz

Who was always awake and a night wanderer

One night he saw a thief with a noose

He twisted it and threw it over the roof edge

He alerted the people, and a commotion arose

Men from all sides rose with sticks

When the coward heard the people's voices

He saw no place to stay amidst danger

A warning came to him from that turmoil

He found escape in the moment of choice

The pious heart softened with mercy

As the poor thief was deprived in the night

He came through the darkness seeking a rise

He came forward on another path to welcome him

Oh friend, do not go; I am your acquaintance

In manliness, I am the dust at your feet

I have seen no one like you in manliness

For warriorhood exists in two forms and only these

One is to confront the enemy bravely

The second is to escape the battlefield with life

For both these traits, I am your servant

What name do I bear, for I am the servant of your name?

If it is your will by the command of generosity

I will lead to a place where I know the way

There is a small house with a tightly closed door

I do not believe that there, the Lord of the bed resides

We will place two stones one on top of the other

One to stand on the shoulder of the other

Build as much as your hand can grasp

It is better than to be left empty-handed

With encouragement, flattery, and art

He led him towards his own home

The gallant night-walker lowered his shoulder

Upon his shoulder rose the master of wisdom

With his turban, cloak, and clothing that he had

He placed it from above onto his lap

From there arose a commotion, that the thief

The reward, O youth, and aid and wages

He sought escape from the turmoil of the deceitful thief

Running, holding the cloak of the pious in his arms

The heart of the righteous believer became at ease

For the lost one’s wish was fulfilled

The wicked one, who showed no mercy to anyone

A good-hearted man forgave him

It is no wonder from the nature of the wise

That they do good out of generosity to the wicked

In the fortune of the righteous, the wicked live

And though they are not of the people of goodness