I never lamented about
the vicissitudes of life
or
complained of the turns of fortune
except
on the occasion when I was barefooted
and
unable to procure shoes.
Yet
when I entered the great mosque of Kufah
with
a sore heart and beheld a man without feet
I offered thanks to the
bounty of God,
consoled
myself for my want of shoes and
recited:
'A
roast fowl is to the sight of a satiated man
less
valuable than a blade of fresh grass
and
to him who has no money or influence
a
charred turnip is a roasted fowl.'
(Saadi)
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