A Tale of the Bitter Sugar

Iraqi style
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A Tale of the Bitter Sugar

One of the wise fell sick with fever, and someone said to him, 'Go ask so-and-so for some sugar.' He answered, 'My son, the bitterness of my own death is easier to bear than the insult of that sour, scowling face.' A sensible man will not take sugar from the hand of one who turns his face away in arrogance, sour as vinegar. Do not chase after everything your heart desires, for pampering the body drains the light of the soul. The craving self debases a man; if you have any sense, do not hold it dear. If you eat whatever you wish, you will carry away much disappointment from the turning of the world. To keep the oven of your belly always fired up makes the day of scarcity a disaster. When times are hard the color drains from your face, because in times of plenty you never held your stomach in check. The glutton carries the burden of his belly; and when he finds no food, he carries the burden of sorrow instead. You will often see the slave of his stomach ashamed. To me, a tight stomach is better than a tight, aching heart.
Explanation: The 'craving self' renders nafs-e ammara, the appetite-driven ego in Sufi thought. The final line plays on 'tight stomach' versus 'tight heart' (distress).

Original · Persian

بخش ۴ - حکایت

یکی را تب آمد ز صاحبدلان کسی گفت شِکَّر بخواه از فلان
بگفت ای پسر تلخی مردنم به از جور روی ترش بردنم
شکر عاقل از دست آن کس نخورد که روی از تکبر بر او سرکه کرد
مرو از پی هر چه دل خواهدت که تمکین تن نور جان کاهدت
کند مرد را نفس اماره خوار اگر هوشمندی عزیزش مدار
اگر هرچه باشد مرادت خوری ز دوران بسی نامرادی بری
تنور شکم دم به دم تافتن مصیبت بود روز نایافتن
به تنگی بریزاندت روی رنگ چو وقت فراخی کنی معده تنگ
کِشد مرد پرخواره بار شکم وگر در نیابد کشد بار غم
شکم بنده بسیار بینی خجل شکم پیش من تنگ بهتر که دل