One day, in the pride of youth, I had travelled hard and arrived perfectly exhausted in the evening at the foot of an acclivity. A weak old man, who had likewise been following the caravan, came and asked me why I was sleeping, this not being the place for it. I replied: -How am I to travel, having lost the use of my feet?- He said: -Hast thou not heard that it is better to walk gently and to halt now and then than to run and to become exhausted?-
O thou who desirest to reach the station
Take my advice and learn patience.
An Arab horse gallops twice in a race.
A camel ambles gently night and day.
Ch 06 On Weakness And Old Age Story 04
Saadi Shirazi
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Poem topics: horse, lost, night, pride, travel, walk, evening, weak, place, hard, advice, patience, reach, youth, gently, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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