Story 20

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Story 20

They tell of a greedy beggar who had piled up great wealth. One of the kings said to him: They tell me you have boundless riches, and I have a pressing need. If you lend me a portion of it, when the revenue comes in you will be repaid, and I will be grateful. He answered: Ruler of the earth! It would not befit the noble dignity of a king to soil his generous hand with the money of a beggar like me, coins I have scraped together grain by grain through begging. The king said: No matter, I am giving it to an infidel; foul things are for foul people. If the water of a Christian's well is not clean, what harm if you wash a dead Jew with it? They said: Plaster paste is not pure. We answered: Then we will use it to seal the cracks of the latrine. I heard that the man refused the king's command, began to argue his case, and behaved with insolence. The king ordered that the sum be extracted from him through punishment and rebuke. When a matter cannot be settled by gentleness, it inevitably ends in disgrace. Whoever shows no mercy to himself, it is only fitting that no one shows mercy to him.
Explanation: Couplets 4 and 6 contain Arabic phrases; the king's crude analogies mean that impure wealth (the miser's hoard) is fit only for impure use. The moral condemns self-inflicted misery through greed.

Original · Persian

حکایت شمارهٔ ۲۰

گدایی هول را حکایت کنند که نعمتی وافر اندوخته بود.
یکی از پادشاهان گفتش: همی‌نمایند که مالِ بی‌کران داری و ما را مهمّی هست، اگر به برخی از آن دست‌گیری کنی چون ارتفاع رسد وفا کرده شود و شُکر گفته.
گفت: ای خداوندِ روی زمین! لایقِ قَدرِ بزرگوارِ پادشاه نباشد دستِ همّت به مالِ چون من گدایی آلوده کردن که جو جو به گدایی فراهم آورده‌ام.
گفت: غم نیست که به کافر می‌دهم، اَلْخَبیثاتُ لِلْخَبیثین.
گر آبِ چاهِ نَصرانی نه پاک است جهودِ مُرده می‌شویی چه باک است؟
قالوُا عَجِینُ الْکِلْسِ لَیْسَ بِطاهِرٍ قُلْنٰا نَسُدُّ بِهِ شُقوُقَ الْمَبْرَزِ
شنیدم که سر از فرمانِ ملک باز زد و حُجَّت آوردن گرفت و شوخ‌چشمی کردن.
بفرمود تا مَضمونِ خِطاب از او به زجر و توبیخ مُخَلَّص کردند.
به لطافت چو بر‌نیاید کار سر به بی‌حرمتی کِشَد ناچار
هر‌که بر خویشتن نبخشاید گر نبخشد کسی بر او، شاید