When I beheld him sewing patch upon patch and gathering crumb after crumb...

When I beheld him sewing patch upon patch and gathering crumb after crumb, my heart was moved with pity for his destitute condition, in which I did not consider it humane to scratch his internal wounds with reproaches or to sprinkle salt upon them. Accordingly, I said to myself: A foolish fellow in the height of intoxication Cares not for the coming day of distress. The tree which sheds its foliage in spring Will certainly have no leaves remaining in winter.

Story 6 A padshah entrusted a tutor with the care of his son, saying: 'This is thy son. Educate him as if he were…