If there is one in the world who has transcended the world

They have closed the door on themselves from the people

No one escapes the tyranny of tongues

Whether they are boastful or devout

Even if you soar like an angel from the sky

The suspicious will cling to your hem

With effort, one can dam the Tigris

But it is impossible to silence the evil tongues

The faint-hearted sit together

For this asceticism is dry and that is a trap for bread

Do not turn away from worshipping the Truth

Let them take you for nothing

When the pure God is pleased with the servant

If these people are not pleased, what does it matter?

The ill-wisher of people is unaware of the Truth

He has no path to the Truth due to the clamor of people

They have not brought anyone to a place

Because they took the first step wrong

Two people listen to a tale

From one to the other, from Ahriman to Soroush

One takes advice, the other disdains it

Does not deal with advice, just quibbling

Stuck in a dark corner

What does he perceive from the world's cup?

Whether you think of yourself as a lion or a fox

You can escape them with bravery or cunning

If someone chooses solitude

Because he does not care for much company

They will criticize him as a hypocrite and a liar

He flees from people like a demon

And if he is cheerful and sociable

They do not consider him chaste and pious

They flay the wealthy with backbiting

As if he is the Pharaoh of the world

And if a poor man cries with pain

They call him unlucky and dark-hearted

And if a prosperous man falls from grace

They count it as a blessing and favor from God

How long will this arrogance and pride last?

For joy is followed by sorrow

If a poor man of little means

Fortune may raise his stature

They will gnash their teeth in venomous spite

For this lowly world fosters the mean

If they see a task in your hands

They will deem you greedy and worldly

If you withdraw from effort

They will call you a beggar and a freeloader

If you are eloquent, they will call you a braggart

If you are silent, they will call you a statue

They do not consider the patient ones as men

For the poor man did not raise his head out of fear

If he has courage and manliness in his head

They will flee from him, saying what madness is this?!

They will criticize him if he eats little

Saying his wealth must be someone else's fortune

And if his food is fine and clean

They will call him a glutton and a hedonist

If a wealthy man lives simply

They consider modesty a disgrace to the discerning

They will pierce him with their tongues like a sword

Saying the unfortunate miser holds back his wealth

And if he decorates his mansion and halls

And adorns himself with fine clothes

He will be tormented by the taunts of women

For having adorned himself like a woman

If a devout person did not travel

The travelers will not consider him a man

For who, not having left the woman's embrace

Can have any skills or opinion?

They will flay the world-experienced one

Saying he is a luckless wanderer

If he had fortune and share of fate

Time would not drive him from city to city

The nitpicker criticizes the bachelor

For he annoys the earth with his solitude

And if he marries, they say helplessly

He fell into it like a donkey in mud

Neither the ugly face escapes people's tyranny

Nor does the beauty escape from the ugly words of the unmanly

In Egypt, I had a servant

Whose eyes were cast down out of modesty

Someone said: 'This boy has no intelligence

Teach him by speaking to his ear'

One night, I shouted harshly at him

He said: 'The poor man was killed by his cruelty!'

If anger uproots you one day

They will call you frantic and dark-minded

If you show patience with someone

They will say you lack much zeal

They will advise the generous: 'Enough!

Tomorrow, your two hands will be forward and backward'

If he becomes content and self-restrained

He will be caught in people's criticism

They will say, 'He will die like his vile father

Who left blessings and took regret'

Who can sit safely in the corner?

When even the Prophet was not safe from their wickedness

God, who has no equal, partner, or spouse

Have you heard what the Christian said?

No one escapes the hand of another

For the captive, patience is the only remedy