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In life’s small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: know’st thou when Fate
Thy measure takes, or when she’ll say to thee,
‘I find thee worthy; do this deed for me’?


A camel-driver, angry with his drudge,
Beating him, called him hunchback; to the hind
Thus spake a dervish: ‘Friend, the Eternal Judge
Dooms not his work, but ours, the crooked mind.’


Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark?–he borrows a lantern;
Slowly the statesman and sure, guiding his steps by the stars.


‘Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who governs the Faithful?’
‘Thither my footsteps are bent: it is where Saadi is lodged.’