In Sana'a, a child passed by me

What can I say of what happened to me?

Fate did not paint the beauty of Joseph

So the fish of his grave did not swallow him like Jonah

In this garden, no tall cypress came

That the wind of fate would not uproot it

A sapling becomes a tree in thirty years

But a harsh wind can uproot it

It is no wonder if a flower blooms on the soil

For many flower-like bodies have slept in the soil

I said to my heart, 'O shame of men, die!'

For the child goes pure, and the old man goes defiled

From madness and confusion, I struck his stature

I removed a stone from his grave

From fear, in that dark and narrow place

My state became disturbed, and my color changed

When I returned from that change to consciousness

My beloved child's voice came to my ear

If you are frightened by the dark place

Be aware and come into the light

You want the night of the grave to be bright as day

From here, light the lamp of good deeds

The working body trembles from fever

Lest its palm tree bear no fruit

Many people have the desire to suspect

That they will harvest without sowing wheat

On that, Saadi planted without roots

Someone took the harvest who had sown the seed