A man was sleeping dead-drunk on the highway and the bridle of spontaneity had slipped from his hands. A hermit passed near him and considered the disgraceful condition he was in. The youth raised his head and recited: When they passed near something contemptible, they passed it kindly. When thou beholdest a sinner be concealing and meek. <br /> <br /> Turn not thy face from a sinner, O anchorite. <br /> Look upon him with benignity. <br /> If I am ignoble in my actions <br /> Pass me by like a noble fellow.<br /><br />Saadi Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ch-02-the-morals-of-dervishes-story-40/
