I recall that the water carrier of the Nile

Did not bring water to Egypt for a whole year

A group went toward the mountain ranges

In desperation, they cried out for rain

They were hungry, and tears flowed like streams

But only the weeping of the heavens came

Someone carried the news to Dhul-Nun of their plight

That the people were in great suffering and toil

Pray for the humbled ones

For the accepted prayer will not be rejected

I heard that Dhul-Nun fled to Madyan

It took much time before the rain began to fall

After twenty days, news reached Madyan

That the dark-hearted cloud had wept upon them

The old man made light of returning

For the valley was filled with the spring flood

An unknown sage asked him in secrecy

What wisdom lay in your departure? He replied

I heard that for birds, ants, and beasts

A hard day comes due to the deeds of the wicked

I thought deeply in this land

I saw no one more disturbed than myself

I departed lest my evil

Close the door of goodness to the community

You should be kind and avoid excuses

For no one saw a greater flaw in the world than their own

You will then become esteemed among people

When you do not take yourself for something important

A great man who considers himself small

Will gain greatness in both this world and the next

From this dust, a pure servant was freed

Who was humbled beneath the feet of others

O you who walk upon our dust

Remember the dust of the beloved ones

If Saadi became dust, what sorrow would it be?

For in life, he has already been dust

His body surrendered to the dust of poverty

Though the wind of the world may blow around him

Much will not rise until his dust is eaten

Once again, the wind will carry him to the world

Unless the garden of meaning blooms

No nightingale has ever sung so sweetly for him

How strange if such a nightingale dies

Whose bones do not sprout a flower