Sa di

Here you will find the Poem Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 03 of poet Sa di

Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 03

I saw a religious man, who had fallen in love with a fellow to such a degree that he had neither strength to remain patient nor to bear the talk of the people but would not relinquish his attachment, despite of the reproaches he suffered and the grief he bore, saying:

 I shall not let go my hold of thy skirt 
 Even if thou strike me with a sharp sword. 
 After thee I have no refuge nor asylum. 
 To thee alone I shall flee if I flee. 

I once reproached him, asking him what had become of his exquisite intellect so that it had been overcome by his base proclivity. He meditated a while and then said:

 `Wherever love has become sultan 
 Piety?s arm has no strength left. 
 How can a helpless fellow live purely 
 Who has sunk up to his neck in impurity??