English
A Tale of the Tyrant
Someone said: Hajjaj is a bloodthirsty man,
his heart a shard of black stone.
He feels no fear at the people's cries and groans.
God, take justice from him for the people's sake.
A worldly-wise old man, ancient in years,
gave the young one a piece of elder's counsel.
He said: justice for that poor, wronged soul,
and vengeance for the rest, will be demanded of him.
Leave him and his fate alone,
for fate itself will bring him low.
His injustice does me no good,
and your backbiting doesn't please me either.
His own sins will drag the wretched man to hell,
for he has filled his measure and blackened his ledger.
But another, by slandering him, rushes on ahead,
as if afraid he'll go to hell alone.