Hekayat No. 3: I was a guest of an old man in Diyarbakir who had abundant wealth and a handsome son.
حکایت شماره ۳: مهمان پیری شدم در دیاربکر که مال فراوان داشت و فرزندی خوبروی.
I was a guest of an old man in Diyarbakir who had abundant wealth and a handsome son.
مهمان پیری شدم در دیاربکر که مال فراوان داشت و فرزندی خوبروی.
One night he recounted: 'I have had no other child in my life but this son. There is a tree in this valley that is a place of pilgrimage where people go to ask for their needs. For many nights I have pleaded to God at the foot of that tree until He granted me this son.'
شبی حکایت کرد: مرا به عمر خویش به جز این فرزند نبوده است. درختی در این وادی زیارتگاه است که مردمان به حاجت خواستن آنجا روند. شب‌های دراز در آن پای درخت بر حق بنالیده‌ام تا مرا این فرزند بخشیده است.
I heard the son saying softly to his companions: 'What if I knew where that tree was so that I could pray and my father would die?'
شنیدم که پسر با رفیقان آهسته همی گفت: چه بودی گر من آن درخت بدانستمی کجاست تا دعا کردمی و پدر بمردی.
The master rejoices that his son is wise, while the son taunts that his father is senile.
خواجه شادی‌کنان که پسرم عاقل است و پسر طعنه‌زنان که پدرم فرتوت.
Years will pass over you without you visiting
The grave of your father.
سالها بر تو بگذرد که گذار
نکنی سوی تربت پدرت
What good have you done in place of your father?
That you expect the same from your son.
تو به جای پدر چه کردی خیر؟
تا همان چشم داری از پسرت
Hekayat No. 3: I was a guest of an old man in Diyarbakir who had abundant wealth and a handsome son.
Book: Gulistan