Lesson No. 8
The Gulistan of Sa’di
Sheikh Sa’di was a great storyteller. He speaks to all notions and is perpetually modern, said Emerson. He thought of the Gulistan as one of the bibles of the world, for he found in it the University of Moral Law. The Gulistan translated in Latin and English, became love for the people. It is interesting to note that English scholars used Sa’di’s translated parables in their divine books till it was discovered to be an English translation of a Latin version of Persian origin Edwin Arnold has aptly described Gulistan is culinary terms as “an intellectual pilaf, a literary curry; a kebab of versatile genius”. The readers are sure to enjoy these parables as food for though.
Once a king and a Persian slave were sailing in the same boat. The slave had never been at sea, and never experienced any calamity. After some-time the boat was hit by a storm and started tossing. It was very inconvenient for the passengers. All remained quiet except the slave who in fear of being drowned began to cry and tremble, and created inconvenience for the others. The others tried to pacify him by kindness and affection but he didn’t hear anybody. When the uneasiness lasted longer the king also became displeased.
In that boat there happened to be a sergeant, who said, “With your permission, may I quieten him.”
“It will be a great favour”, the kind said. The sergeant ordered the slave to be thrown into the water, so that he could have experienced the true danger of life. Two persons threw him in the sea and when he was about to be drowned they pulled him back to the boat and the clung the stern with both of his hands. Then he sat down and remained quiet. This appeared strange to the king who could not comprehend the wisdom in the action taken by the sergeant, and he asked for it. The sergeant replied:
“Before he had experienced the danger of being drowned, he knew not about the safety of the boat. A man does not realize the worth of safety from the misfortune until he has tasted it.”
It is related that while a deer was being roasted for Nushirvan, a king of Persia, famous for his justice, no salt could be found. A boy was sent to a village to bring some salt. The boy brought it and presented it to the king who asked whether he had paid for it.
“No”, said the boy.
“Pay for the salt”, said the king, “lest it should become a custom and the village be ruined.”
Having been asked what harm could arise from such a trifling demand.
“The foundation of oppression was small in the world”, said the king.
“Whoever enlarged it, so that it reached its present magnitude, is at fault. If the king eats one apple from the garden of a subject, his slaves will pull down the whole tree. For five eggs, which the king allows to be taken by force, the people belonging to his army will put a thousand fowls on the spit.”
A tyrant does not remain in the world,
But the curse on him abides for ever!
A king fell seriously ill and all hoes of his recovery vanished. The more the disease was cured the more it became painful. At last the physicians agreed that this disease could not be cured except by means of bile of a person endued with certain qualities. Orders were issued to search for an individual of this kind. A son of a farmer was discovered to posses the qualities mentioned by the doctors. The king summoned the father and mother of the boy, whose consent he hot by giving them a huge amount of wealth. The Qazi issued a decree to shed the blood of a person for the health of the king. The boy was brought to the altar and the executioner was directed to slaughter the boy. When all was ready the boy looked toward the sky and smiled.
“Why do you laugh in such a position?”, the king asked.
“A son looks to the affection of his parents,” said the boy.
“If they fail they are expected to bring the cast before the Qazi to seek justice. But in the present case, case the parents have agreed to get my bloodshed for the trash of this world. The Qazi has issued a decree to kill me. The king thinks he will recover his health only through my slaying and I see no other refuge besides Gold Almighty. To whom shall I complain against your brutality, if I am to seek justice from your hand?”
The king felt disturbed and on hearing these words he could not control his tears and said,
“It is better for me to die than to shed the blood of an innocent boy,” He kissed the head and eyes of the boy and presented him with a lot of wealth. It is said that the king also recovered within a week.