There’s a basket full of loaves on your head,
yet you’re begging for crusts of bread from door to door.
Pay attention to your own head, abandon giddiness.
Why are you knocking at every other door?
Go, knock at the door of your own heart.
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Yek sapad por-enn tor bar farq-e sar
to hami khvhi lab-e n dar be-dar
Dar sar-e khvod pich hel khireh-sari
raw dar del zan cher bar har dari
Rumi
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
(Persian transliteration courtesy of Yahy¡ Monastra)
