There was a wise and talented young man

Who was agile and manly in preaching

Well-named, heartfelt, and a worshipper of the Truth

The lines of his face were more beautiful than the lines of his hand

Strong in eloquence and swift in syntax

But could not properly recite the alphabet

I said to one of the wise-hearted

That so-and-so does not have a front tooth

He blushed from my nonsense

And said, 'Do not speak such nonsense again'

You saw only that flaw in him

And closed your eyes to all his talents?

Believe me, on the Day of Judgment

The good-sighted will not see evil

Someone who has virtue, culture, and opinion

If his foot of chastity slips

Do not be unjust to him for one fault

What did the great ones say? Take what is pure

There are thorns and flowers together, O wise one

Why care about thorns? You bind the bouquet

He who has ugliness in his nature

Will see nothing of the peacock but its ugly feet

Gain purity, O shameless one

For a dark mirror does not show a face

Seek a path that frees you from punishment

Not words to point a finger at

Do not put the faults of people before you, O wise one

For it blinds you to your own faults

Why should I judge the soiled hem

When I know my own hem is wet?

It is not proper to be harsh with anyone

When you excuse yourself through interpretation

If you dislike evil, do not do it yourself

Then tell your neighbor not to do evil

Whether I know the truth or am a hypocrite

Outwardly, I am with you, inwardly with God

When I adorned my appearance with chastity

Do not meddle in my crooked and straight ways

Whether my nature is good or bad

My God is more knowledgeable of my secret than you

You remain silent if I am good or bad

For I bear the burden of my own profit and loss

Punish someone for their bad deeds

Who looks to you for a reward for goodness

Good deeds from a good-intentioned person

God writes one as ten

You too, whenever you see someone with one talent

Overlook ten of his faults

Do not focus on one fault of his

And dismiss a world of virtues

Like the enemy who looks at Saadi's poem

With hatred from within their corrupted heart

He does not listen to a hundred beautiful points

But raises an outcry when he sees a slip

There is no other reason but this for his ill-judgment

Envy has blinded his good eye

Did the Creator not fashion people?

They came out black and white, good and bad

Not every eye and eyebrow you see is beautiful

Eat the pistachio kernel and throw away the shell