The son of Azod was gravely ill

Patience was far from the nature of his father

A pious man said to him, as advice

Let the wild birds be freed from their cage

The cages of the nightingale broke

How could it remain in captivity when the prison has broken?

He kept watch on the top of the garden's mansion

A well-known nightingale, singing beautifully

The son hurried towards the garden at dawn

He found no bird on the rooftop of the porch but that one

He laughed and said, 'O sweet-voiced nightingale'

You are still trapped in your own words, within a cage

No one has unsaid matters with you

But when you speak, bring forth the reason

Like Saadi, who had been silent for a while

He had escaped the taunts of those who speak

One finds peace of mind beside

Who stays away from the company of people

Do not openly reveal the faults of others, O wise one

Focus on your own faults, not the faults of others

When the false speak, do not lend an ear

When you see nakedness, cover the insight