Hekayat No. 4: One day, I was driven hard by the pride of youth and at night I was left at the foot of a shaky mountain.
حکایت شماره ۴: روزی به غرور جوانی سخت رانده بودم و شبانگاه به پای گریوه‌ای سست مانده.
One day, driven by the pride of youth, I had ridden hard, and by nightfall, I was exhausted at the foot of a hill.
روزی به غرور جوانی سخت رانده بودم و شبانگاه به پای گریوه‌ای سست مانده.
A weak old man came from behind the caravan and said: 'Why do you sit when this is not a place to sleep?'
پیرمردی ضعیف از پس کاروان همی‌آمد و گفت: چه نشینی که نه جای خفتن است؟
I said: 'How can I go when I have no strength to walk?!'
گفتم: چون روم که نه پای رفتن است؟!
He said: 'Have you not heard what the wise have said: 'Going and resting is better than running and breaking down.''
گفت: این نشنیدی که صاحبدلان گفته‌اند: رفتن و نشستن به که دویدن و گسستن.
O you who are eager for a destination, do not rush
Heed my advice and learn patience.
ای که مشتاق منزلی مشتاب
پند من کار بند و صبر آموز
The Arabian horse runs swiftly at a gallop
While the camel goes slowly day and night.
اسب تازی دو تگ رود به شتاب
و اشتر آهسته می‌رود شب و روز
Hekayat No. 4: One day, I was driven hard by the pride of youth and at night I was left at the foot of a shaky mountain.
Book: Gulistan