"The land in which Saadi Shirazi is buried, exudes the smell of love. Favorites from the book Saadi Shirazi "Gulistan" (flower garden) last years of the poet's life

The native of the city of Shiraza, Lirik and the sage Saadi (1210-1292). His books "Bustan" (Garden of fruits) and "Gulistan" (Garden of Rose) contain a total of a long and difficult life, a set of high humanistic wisdom. The poet, not turning away from the tragic and bloody truth of his century, saw the meaning of human life in active love, in a constant striving of every mortal to kindness and truthfulness, to a living moral ideal. The image of the beloved, embodied this ideal and reflected in the "Mirrz of the Heart", was captured in Gazelles and Quatrasions of Saadi. The poet is not only faithful to his feeling, it depresses its complexity and subtlety.
But he is also disgustingly and cheerful and volunteered, claiming his love:


* * * In the heart of the heart, the beautiful image is reflected, The grazor is clean, the wonderful face captivates beauty. Like precious wine in a transparent crystal, In the eyes of the shire, your spirit sparkles alive. The imagination of people is amazed, And my talkative language is not easy. Releases from the loop chapter Steppe Lan, But I will be overwhelmed by your loop forever. So poor dove if he got used to one strand Although death threatens, the nests do not go under the roofing another. But I can't complain about you to you, After all, the crying and cry of chasing the fate is useless. Your soul give me a moment to become and flex So that in the sky dark and deaf to compare with Suura. Be impregnable, be always like a fortress in height, So that the pilot parrot does not bother to chat with you. Be impregnable, be always harsh, beauty! In order not to captivate the prayer did not bother your praise. Let only Saadi enter your boutique garden! And let it find a closed inlet of the guests of the Osin Roy. * * * Kohl quietly you will be on the flour sufferers to dress - I can not, I will defend my peace and peace of mind. Beauty I am proud of you see in the mirror of the world - But understand: that in love have to undergo! Oh, come! Spring has come. We will be cleaned with you, Throw the garden and leave others in the desert. Why do you not make noise over the stream? Cypress applies to you the whole world to autumn. You shy such beauty, such perfection, As the eloquent calam, they do not describe them. Who said that I should not look at your wonderful face? I am ashamed to live and your faces are not seen. So I love you that of your cup of your bowl I will accept, let me be destined to take poison. I'm burning in silence silent. You do not know about it! You do not see: the tear in the eyes of my ships again! After all, you knew Saadi: Your heart will be robbed ... How is a ramble of a threatening opposite? But hope for me to be forced now that hences will come. Night leaves, a deaf winter is removed. * * * On the night of separation from your beloved curtains, the curtains are not needed - In a dark bitten lonely night so long. People wise know how losing their mind obsessed. In love with madness ahead, the hopelessness is one. Let not the fruit of the orange - his hand argues the madman. Zuuleika is innocent, she is not enough. So that the old man is severely lost the spiritual world, Hard face Kiecey, for you are so gentle, so Yuna. You are like a white rose bud, and the gentle of the mill - Cypress: so dively you are bending, and thin, and slight. No, any of your speech I will not have a word. Without you there is no life, without you, I and the joy of the poor. I sat down all night before dawn, I'm not cleaning my eyes, To the Suura aspiring the glitter of the twins from the window. Night and Sveta burned, - together joyfully to the dawn To admire you, to get enough, without knowing sleep. Which is the isol complaints? After all, by law Sharia of lovers - on you for murdering wine. You kidnap the heart promises insidious Iron ... You will say: the Sad tribe is so buried the enemy of the treasury. Not me alone - Saadi - You can destroy Many faithful ... but burned! You are the mercy of the misfortune. * * * We live in the Nevers, the oath of violating something. Omnipotent! This word you will not betray! The oath of faithful violates and love prices do not know Low Spirit, who realized the faithful faith. If on the day of the court you will be given to the choice, they say, what do you want? I will say: give a girlfriend! I will give you a heavenly paradise. Let him break up with her head, but the love remain true, Even per hour, when an angel carnai is born over the world. I died, but He became healthy, barely came to her friend. Doctor! Similar to me - nozzles - you do not let Balzam! Sick me. But you came and the disease was surprised. I healed me, I do not ask questions for idle! The breeze that blows in the forest will take a meadow blooming, If your brand is touched by fragrant, as if May. And the teeth are amazing mind your bite your finger, If you fall back from the face of the pussy edge. I am repeated before you flaming, burn candle. Do not ghi until the deadline, from the head to the legs burn! Not for the eye of short-sighted beauty, but you, about wise, The brushes of Allah himself trace in her secret folding. The eyes of everyone seek you, but love and revelation Not for low leishers, not for brazen black flocks. You have Saadi, about the faithful, learn the living sense, On his grave of the poor Mandragoras noise. Dark souls are unavailable all the enthusiasm ofxiating, Away, the adviser is sober, you can't reproach us in drunkenness. * * * Patience and lust leave from the shores. You are full of contempt to passion, but I, alas, is not such. Sympathy full of look at least once on me So that I was not a pitiful beggar in the title of royal pirms. Vladyka Crucial slaves of unfortunate execute, But there is the limit of the patience and in the souls of his slaves. I'm not thinking my life, my love, without you, How to live one, without a friend, medium of lowlands and enemies? When I die, it will be late to cry, it is necessary to call me. Do not revive the tears of killed struts. My sorrows and suffering are not described with words, You will understand when you return, you will see myself - without words. Dervish the wealth of the Spirit owns, not the treasury. Return! Take my soul, I am ready to serve! About the sky, pronounced girlfriend the radiance of her life, So that we never broke up in the dark given centuries. In the eyes of beauty, wealth and brilliance of Vladyk are condominized And the valor and the feat of faithful, no matter how the sours feat. But if the bedspread fell from Leyly's face, - Medezhnun's enemies killed b shiny her pupils. Endli, Saadi, Kalamu with his happy fate And that nor give, do not be banging under the valid of her gifts! * * * I'm not careful thirst, Kravychy! Mostly fill the bowl to us And I first care, then give her friends. Missed with sweet dreams, I went for a long time between you. But parting with friends: "Farewell," - brought to the former dreams. In front of the mosque she passed, and the heart forgot Sacred Mihraba vaults like her eyebrows. I am not onagr a steppe, not wounded, a draw no loop, But from the arrow of her winged by free, I will not leave the steppes. I once spoiled bliss with the one that my perfection is known ... So fish on the sand, in mute, thrust over sea waves. Before the belt did not give me a stream, and I neglected them; Now he is stormy and the bottomless suddenly liked the seas. And I am tone ... when I will be thrown ashore, - I will tell you about the Terrible Ocean Toggle in tears to you. And I will not be a treacherous, and I do not comply with Khakan, What I fought her eyes, like enemy swords. I bleed my heart expire, I exhausted from jealousy, So the poor guard of the palace shoes, the singers at night. About Saadi, run incorrect! Alas ... you are on a hook like a fish, - She pulls you on the shore; To her - Will - not you know yourself. * * * From the face of the Picky Picky, you will swell, my moon, Your beauty will be the glory of the sun. To knock down the Asklet's path can these fiery eyes, And from my eyes for a long time they caught a fear of sleep. And long ago, the brazdes looked at my hand. I'm mad. I am not visible to me the shrine of the same truth. But Majnuna does not save the Meeting from Leyly, The bowl is not full of replenished water. That is not a sincere in love who will not drink from pretty hands A bowl of fiery poison instead of sparkling wine. How is a pathetic fate of devoid of humanity and love! After all, love and humanity is the inseparable essence of one. Bring fire rather and the meeting of the Ozari! And with the empty ruins of the tax will not require treasure. People drink wine hopes, but they are deprived of hope. I do not drink, shower with love for her forever inxicane. Saadi in itself is not free, he will blow the loop of love, He is shot down by an arrow, whose stinging rage Afrosyab is crushed. * * * In the days of Peters, the beauty of my heart attracted, Kravychy, give us wine to the song she started. On the night of the feather, you love us with beauty. Cherry! To kutels did not know who you left! You drank yesterday. Everyone see - Your Thomns's eyes. I'll sweep away from everyone that you saw with my wine. You are beautiful face, your voice is my heart, It is good that the fate of your voice magic gave. View of the Turkish - Arrow, the embarrassment of dark onions. Oh my God! But where did it get onions and arrow? I am a captive eagle, I sit in this cell iron. Open the cell door. And I will open your wings! Saadi! It was agoned in flight, and the network got caught; Who, besides you, could catch him like an eagle? * * * I am in love with these sounds, in this heart I have a wounded moan. I am careless, and my day swims unclear how sleep. Nights ... night sleepless waiting for my light flock, But the light that the whole world is insieved. If you again give me her face gentle see - I myself will be happy to call to the Skonchania Times. I am not a husband if I hide my breasts from the stones of the Porician. Husband with his soul is solid, as a shield, from a spear fenced. Not coming unfortunately, you will not reach cherished happiness. Who waited for Noraza, he stubs winterly suffered. Although the repenses were wise, but Leyly they did not know the secrets, Only Majnun she was kept, who was all the harvest of their bedrooms. Sons of lovers, that faith and riches of the world plays, Harves do not collect, and unpretentious good is endowed. You catch another arcane! We are faithful servants. After all, you do not need to strain the horse, which has long been tamed. Yesterday, yesterday, well, and tomorrow did not come. Saadi, only today you are wave in yourself and Silen! * * * Oh, if I once again managed to see you at the price of any At all times to the Judgment Day, I would be pleased with my destiny! But a blizzard fell from my camel ... a caravan left the misty distance. I abandoned the crowd of treacherous friends that were busy with themselves. When a stranger in trouble gets, he and someone else makes the people. Friends were offended by a friend on the way, leaving him in the desert deaf. I hope I am long days will be held, repentance touches the soul of friends. I believe - they will come, a friend will find, exhausted by their need. After all, the will - about her husband - it's the will of yours! Hat - Bet, you want - Misu. I wilted my will long ago, I go for you a missing path. And who on a foreign land of the donkey knocked out in the quagmire and fell without his strength, You say to him that he will see the edge abandoned with his sweet dream. You are happiness, you are looking for yourself. On the image of beautiful this look! And if I looked - I'm sorry with Otchaya, forever forget your dream and peace. Fireplong, and a Christian, and Muslim - by faith, - Prayers are assessed, but only we, about Peri, your captive beauty! I wanted to the feet at my feet. "Help! - She said to me - I do not want to lie in dust and suffered again my fault! " I saw a guriu-virgin yesterday, which in a gathering noisy friends She said his beloved, the drooping is sorrowfully head: "Want you want to quench your own? You do not strive with me more to meet! Il will give up with his will, then you will enjoy love with me. " Since the heart sorrow is in secret stores, then it is bleeding, it is burning. Do not be afraid to appear before the eyes of enemies openly, with a wounded soul. Let the sea of \u200b\u200btorment bubbles in you, but you do not comprehend anyone, friend, While the comforter will not meet you here - on the earth's road. Oh slim, high cypress, cutting out of my eyelids, So that the mystery of the cover over the sorrow of mine I took off your own hand! Friends say: "Saadi! Why are you so reckless love betrayed? You humiliated pride and glory to this is a permanent crowd. " We are in poverty, we are in humiliation, friends, and pride, and we will approve our fame! But each of us - by the will of his own - let him choose the path of il different. * * * What is not on time at night a deaf drum sounded? What, to the light, waking up, shouted on the tree in the tree? MiG Il the whole night was delivered by the mouth to the mouth ... But the fire of this passion flashed was not dead. I am happy and sad. My face, I hear, burns. It does not fit in the heart all the happiness that in the world I took. I will tend your head to yours, about my idol, legs. I would be a stranger with you and I would be a wanderer. Oh, when fate came up with my happiness, Onemal would be a loan and low envious envious. The world came to the world. And the famous your Saadi He changed his soul, - he began to worship an idol. * * * I was enjoyed to walk in Hiton this blue! Hey, friend, we are with a cunning with their holiness and rutting. We worshiped the idol, the whole day of prayer mumble. You are now bless us - and we will break our idol. I want to sit on the young, and drink wine, and sing songs, To run the babes behind the ohmel eccentric. In the worst of deserts it entails me from this stuffy grindiness. It suffers joyful news to me with a dawn breeze. Understand when you say you! Do not spoil when you are wise! Perhaps only one thing you are like a happy day. Where one-legged cypress is noise, hesitated to the wind, Let the young cypress dancing dancing, blistering with pure silver. You comfort your heart, you please the sad eyes. But you divide me with the rest of the heart, with a peaceful sleep! Patience, mind, faith, the world now left me But can the commoner call before Shakhov Shatter? Let the rain be poured out of your eyes, and in zipper - the thunderstorm of sorrow - You're definitely silent, open before the sage. Look: Do not accommodate Saadi Ukram low and liars. Sufi, deprivation of terpi! Dai, Kravychy, I have a phial with wine! * * * Heaviness sadness My Tomit Flame separation in my heart boils. Roses and hyacinths do not forget In the memory of the forever quench your brain glitters. Poison I have grown without you Sherbet, My spirit of the meeting with you lives. On the head of the tears, I Lew in the night, In the afternoon, the expectation in my heart is burning. Those Cups Let me be eating In the bowls of poison separation will turn them. It is devoted to the sadness, like executioners, Saadi! Do not change me, I will be killed! * * * Who is devoted to Vladyka - will the obey violate? And does the ball be a resistance? From the onion eyebrow cypress my boost, But the faithful of this boom will not recall in the confusion. Take my hand! I am no helpless, Making my neck with your hands, full of sorry! Oh if the mystery of the curtain opened on a moment - Beauty gardens would see the whole world in admiration ... All mortiates in a fiery view of yours are fighting, And the general is no longer heard now condemned. But that beauty that I see in your face, No one sees. There is hope and light of frank. I said to my doctor about my trouble. The doctor answered: "To the tired of her gentle mouthpieces for an instant." I brought him to him that, probably, from grief die, What is not available to me and there is no healing. Reasonable on the anvil do not beat the fist And I was distraught. You are sun. And I? - I will be a shadow! But Saadi is not afraid of people, - After all, the rain drop is not afraid of sea waves, Who is the truth is devoted, the head will put in battle! Lies before the loyal battlefield. * * * Hey, Vinolrypiy! Give a jug with a soul of yahont red! What is yahont? Give me the one, whose view of the blade of the Crimson Crown! The teacher is old, our father, the wine of the big bowl of PIL, To protect the disciples from the birds of false teachers. Sorrow on life without a bowl without transferring, Camel drunk to walk with heavy wear cheering. You will console our hearts. Wasting life would be Without the sun, your face that the sun is eternal light. What am I about the beauty of yours, about your essence? Ensure before you praise people who are praying for you. Let him hold the honey bees a reasonable old beekeeper. But the one who drinks from your mouth, honey will collect the universe of the whole. You heart, like a horse, took and in the distance steppe risen, But if the heart led, then the soul of my own! Or poisoned arrow me you are damaged Or the saving boom soul will not spare. Warn me, pray, before letting a boom, Death Dai to kiss the Turan bow of your eyebrows. What flour demolished, look, with you in the separation of Saadi, So promise to meet me, the hope of joyful you! But at least healing balm will drag the wound, maybe There will be scars from the Russian Academy of Sciences, as can be seen, before the descent days. * * * Who gave her a blank bow? It has a wrong court. From the funeral arrows of her onset feet will not save. Unfortunate a lot of victims fall when you donate quiver, Your face is blind, and the eyebrow lyrics, like a black touran bow, cool. You alone in the heat of war or the shield, nor the shell is needed, Kolchong curls of your other people's arrows do not try. Seeing Turkic eyes and curls of Indian Kos, All indostan and all Turan on worship will come Will leave the magicians their fire, they will forget their idols; About the idol of the world, before you they will be lit. On the roof of the castle you can throw the brass of your arch, Since the castle tower under your ram will not fall angry. I was like on the mountains of Simurg. But you took me to full. So clawing falcon in the grass turkey mountains take. I saw the mouth. And Lal in my eyes cheap became cheap. You are the word of palloon - Pearl and Emerald fell before him. Your eyes are smashed by the Bazaar of the Constellations of Eternal and Planets. Where does the miracles create Musa, a poor magician, - what is he here? Believe me, happy fate does not win the strength of the hands! Improved secrets treasure refuse - in vain work. About Saadi! You know: the one who gives the heart of passion, - And the name of the chosen will be demolished, and its arrogant. * * * Do not need a neglect of the ancient book Poznanya, Obsessed cannot lead along the path of obedient. Let you have water with fire - Soli's spells, Not love and patience, longing me shy to the breath. Watch out all the souls of idiot arrival and care, As the motion of the planets, like the moon of a young growing. I will not go, if you drive, - by leaving, she will return. In this eternal circle, an incomprehensible - her habitat. Do not add a word you are in the book of sorrow of mine. The essence is one in it: Your beauty and my understanding. Saadi! Oh, how long does the drum on this night? Ile forever this night? Or is it - love is tested? * * * No, truly royal glory from the age of damage did not know. When gratitude to the dervisians and wanderers was poor. I swear to give an eye! - condemnation and evil hater That whose wicket for a friend in trouble was locked up. No, the mercy of the Merirrier kings from the former times and the Donyn Of the hut, the very poor has always expelled poverty. And you inhibit me all, you're harming my life bitterly, Well! I am grateful to you for the pain, for spontaneous sting. People take care of the world about health, about multiple. For the price of the health and life of the soul, my whole battle. Ignorant of love who never missed love And whose loved on the threshold in dust did not lie. The universe all had shielded the soul and rushed back, But, except for the threshold, loved, the refuge did not find. Oh, hurt the moles of the unfortunate, to you abandoned in the world! Their set went for you and the ashes of your feet kissed. I did not see the dresses more beautiful for this poor body, And the body for a lush dress is more beautiful, the Earth did not bother. Since you donken your favo again do not cry again, Tell me: Predest from Farca, I flew out. Do not flip me pain separation, because I do not demolish this flour - After all, the swallow of the millstone Movneda was still not raised. Hardly you will meet in the light of the likes - I am faithful. My soul, faithful oath, as in the storm of the rock, resulted. Hear Saadi! He strives for you with all life as prayer. Hear! And hopes and peace over it put the bedspread! * * * I didn't see such a beauty with such beauty and thoroughly I have never worried about amber brain curls. Your camp shines cast silver, and the heart who knows what is in it? But the Yabeshnik Musk died in my face and your secrets told yours. On the peri with the glitter, you are all breathing early spring. You are musk and amber, and your lips are red, like Yahont and Lal. I'm in the world of the charter ... and do not blame that I follow you! I would have become obedient to Krivoy Chowgan's desires of your ball. Who survived the joy of noisy year and moved grief, That having fun of the pety houses, and the songs, and the shots did not listen. All life at the Bazaar of Love We pay for a sweet reproach, Such bliss in the cave of his hermit would not have experienced. Not looking for a flower garden of beauty, lives in himself. But you need to be slim, like you, the cypress over the ringflow stood. About my rose! Let at least a thousand times the spring will be returned to you. You say myself: no nightingale so sweet as I did not sing. Kohl will not bring you, Saadi, the beloved lounge to kiss. Salvation is that you rather fell asleep to the facial feet. * * * Get up, let's go! If you wear you tired - Our reliable power will benefit. Not sitting in place and we are without you Our heart contained your will. You are now in a fight in the duel! - Our army has long aroused up. After all, the trial of the faithful leopards to anyone Inxication in sin and guilt did not apply. Idol of the world I did not rendelly, - And the repentance of my soul visited. Saadi, Top Cypress reach - After all, you knew - the longest hand would not have enough! * * * I went to the school gardens, the madness of love is obsessed. The breather of the colors was inxicated, forgotten - the rumbling rummy. But the rose under the crying nightingale broke his rhizes, The spars of the sobbing songs did not take peace. Oh you, that in the hearts you live! Oh you, that, like a cloud, tack You are and disappear for secretly insecited! You bring your oath, all former oaths forgot me. Vises and oaths violated - in your name - nonuevis. About the wanderer, in whose floors stuck with lonely sorrow, Seeing the blooming spring flower garden, go around it. Oh Dervish feended with his grief, hopelessly in love, Do not believe or doctors nor balsam! Your illness is inexperienced! But if the love of us is forbidden and hearts, the desire is in vain, We will drive in the wild desert, winds and dull palima. All acute arrows in yours, about my idol, quiver Pierce me ... Victims of your Sonsma Multiply I, Tommy's wound. Who will look at your face, on eyebrows like black bows, Let my wisdom and patience begets like a shield indispensable. "Why, Saadi, do you sing so much about love?" - I was told. Not me, and the stream of generations of unpretentious sings about your beloved! * * * When used in Schiraza, you're painted with a face, Then hundreds of Intruster Orthodox you would immediately introduce into sin. Then b in thousand, that we decided to look at your beautiful image, They have all the hearts, and the mind, and the will of you used. Before the army of your friend, I opened my heart, like the Gate of Grad So that you are my city to destroy and robbing. I in the rings of Koster Your shiny confused by the feet of the heart, Why are you, bright curls, the beam of the face burned me? The slope, listen to the brief story of my sorrows, my suffering! After all, a rose, refreshing dewy, woven the walls of thirsty. But the wind, extinguishing the lamp, the distance comes carefree. The sadness of the luminaires of the foorest moon would hardly have understood. Let me give on the crowd, but I bless you, Oh, only a speech by sugar flowed flowed flowed. The mockery, zadira is angry, where is your laughter is heard? You are there on the shore of green. My bacon took. I am a prisoner of the tribe of the pebble, but I did not deserve reproaches. I waited - you give me a hand, because you could help me. At the sight of the beauty of the girlfriend, believe me, patience is impossible. But I suffer as a fish tolerates that I was exhausted on the sand. Are you, Saadi, at the abstinement again? But remember, As the attranels of such in all centuries, a crowd of challenge! * * * Before dawn, my dreams do not fly. Oh, understand, hear, you - whose time the look of satisfying. You - with a stretched onion, you are wrong with hobs, Is it an oath askets whose word law? Without you my body spiny deserts ulcers, Although I'm lying on the squirrel skins, in silk it is closed. How to mihraba an orthodox eye addressed So my look at you is addressed only in you I am in love. My own will, I became the victim of passion. An old man in this school, teenagers came to full. Mortal poison, from the pink bowl of your palms, I, as a sweet gulab, as clean wine, skren. I am a madman. Near the Cellee beauties flashes all night. I am a gatekeeper with a sword and a spear of his pathetic ridiculous. No, no one and nothing Saadi would be powerful to kill But separation with your favorite High Spirit is crushed. * * * Do not run, do not neglect, Lunolic, me! Who killed without guilt - aggravated his soul wine. Yesterday you came in a dream, you loved me This dream is more expensive to me and above all Javi earthly. My eyelids in tears, and the soul flares fire, In pure waters - in a dream, I, and in the afternoon - in the misfortune. I hear the knock at my doors, I think it is she. So the mirage dying manitis with fraudulent water. For your arrow, the goal is good - Dervish Soul, Blood him on your nails will raise the crimson henna. Your speech is like a river, in infertility takes hearts. What is the salt on the wound to me a blindfolded hand? You are beautiful, and luxury clothes only spoils you. Kiese on the face, as if cloud over a clear moon. This earliest vaccine You're a straightened to the field, impregnate it with red dew. Yes, Türchanka temptation is full with candle in hand, In the sweet privacy with you, with a head cross, You would have sunshine shine and shine If the solar lick did not hide a thick bride. Saadi, if you want, like Chang, be in his arms, - Pretro this pain so that the strings will take the system. * * * About the morning wind, when you share shiraza, Friends pass this scroll of sobbing lines. Whispering them that I am alone that I am flexible in the exile, Like a fish, a surfing on the sand. * * * If in paradise after death they will behave without you, - I'll close my eyes to not see a light paradise. After all, in paradise without you I will have to burn as in hell, No, Allah does not want me to offend me so cruel! * * * I asked: "What is my wines that you don't look at me? Where did your love and affectionateness gone? ". She is: "In the mirror look, you will see yourself - you are sad and old. You are not a wedding outfit, but the mourning is grated. " * * * Beauty and in Rugish Rutting, And in the poverty of everyone will eclipse. And that - the urodine in the passage and the kilt - Deaders stuck to wash. * * * Hey, emptylee and talker, how about love you dare to sing? After all, Slimness you for the life of your dozen Bates are not related! Look, as in the thoughts, the Vladyka of the words Saadi, - He sang love, one love - the earthly Vladyk did not praise. * * * I want to be with you in privacy before dawn. In the unknown and mystery from enemies and from friends ... For sins will be a car! Why for love I am all the thick of the evil and the slope are all stronger? ............................................................................
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Abu Muhammad Muslim Ad-Dean Ibn Abd Allah Saadi Shirazi is the Persian and Tajik poet Moralist, a representative of practical, life souff.

Saadi's biography is traditionally divided into three periods: from 1219 to 1226 - this is so-called. School period, from 1226 to 1256 - the time of the wanders, from 1256 to 1293 - so-called. Sheikh period.

The nickname "Saadi" occurs on behalf of Atabeka Fars Saad Ibn Zangi (1195-1226), who was still the father of the poet, the deceased early, and who took part in the upbringing of Muslih Ad-Din. Under the care of Saad Ibn Zangi Muslich Ad-Dean entered Nizamiya Madrasa in Baghdad. He studied at Sufi Sheikhs and tried to imbued with their ascetic ideals. However, the poems written by Saad at the time breathing with youthful love for life and her joy; And he himself in old age confessed that all the convictions of Sheikh Abul-Farage Jusia could not heal him from love for music.

The invasion of the Mongols and the depth of Saad Ibn Zangga in 1226 forced Saadi to escape, and for 30 years, fate, full of all kinds, continuously threw it into one, then to the other end of the Muslim world. In India, in Suchman, to preserve his life, Saadi feigned faith of fireprokelons (Zoroastrianism) and then fled, killing the guard of the guard priest. In Mecca, mostly on foot, Saadi visited 14 times. Thanks to the brilliant knowledge of the classic Arabic language, he became a preacher in Damascus and Baalbek, but he began languishing the world and retired in the desert under Jerusalem. Here he was captured to the Crusaders who transported him to the Syrian coastal, in Tripoli, and made there digging the trenches for the fortress. His 10 coins bought one familiar rich-rich from Aleppo, brought to him and married his ugly and grumpy daughter. Fuel from unbearable family life, Saadi fled to North Africa.

By spaceing through all Maly Asia, Saadi found himself in his native Schira region (1256) and under the auspices of Abu Bacra, the son of the late Saad, lived in a Podgorodan monastery until the end of his life. "Princes, Velmazby and the best townspeople are in the expression of Devlet-Shaha, they were visited by Sheikh."

Saadi wrote a lot of poems and prosaic works, and as instructive examples very often used personal memories of his sovereign life. Having experienced all the monasses of the world, Saadi theoretically fully agrees with these Sufi predecessors or contemporaries, like Pharidadin Attar poets, Sheikh Abd Al-Kadir Al-Jilani et al. But, well-known people, Saadi understands that far from Everyone can retire from the world, to kill the flesh and solely to march mystical contemplation. Therefore, Saadi recommends the Mijans asceticism ... Live in the world, but not to torture him, to conscious of his turning and be eagerly ready for the loss of earthly goods.

In 1257, he wrote a poetic treatise "Bostust" ("Fruit Garden"), where, in ten chapters, the Sufi philosophy and ethics are presented, supported by entertaining parables and stories. In the depth of the poetic feeling and in the height of the moral ideas of "Bostno" - one of the greatest works of all Sufi literature. However, not "Bostust", but "Gulustan" (\u003d "Flower Garden" - written prose ahead with verses, in 1258). "Gulustan" has a kind of adolent of the nation, because it is shipped by a variety of proverbs and sayings. An analogy with "Gulustan" has a rather dry "Book of Soviets" (Pend-Science), the same name with the same book Attar; But its belonging to Saadi is not quite proven.

Other products of Saadi, constituting up to two thirds of its sofas, are predominantly to lyrics. The main merit of Saadi seems that in his gazelle, he managed to connect the didactic of Sufi Gazelle with the beauty and image of the love gazelle. Each beyt in it can be read both in love and philosophical-didactic vein. The successor of this tradition is another famous Persian poet Hafiz Shirazi. Saadi's grave is in his mausoleum in Shiraz

• In honor of Saadi, a crater on Mercury was named.
• In honor of Saady, there is a prospectus in Dushanbe.

Translation into Russian

• Truths. Measuring the Persian and Tajik peoples, their poets and wise men. Translation of Nauma Gresheva, "Science", Moscow 1968; SPb.: ABC-Classic, 2005. - 256 p. ISBN 5-352-01412-6
• Gulistan // Philological Notes. - Voronezh, 1862.

Two inxicated eyes today we will pay praise:

They will only wake up, - perfume artist in paradise.
How do we, people, tell me, do not look caress
If you answer and the beast of caress your caress?
Who looks at the beauties to - honor violated the law.
Anyone who looks at you is honored!
All, from head and to the feet, - Slave I am your beauty:
I fall into the dust in front of her, I give my life.
Do you know a price for yourself? Not? So ask me:
I am before your beauty of tears countless Lew.
Where is my patience? Where is my measured mind?
The eye of the incomparable there is no such edge.

Throw tips, friends! Strict life and love
In an old enmity among themselves. I exhausted in battle!

With the will of the direct deity can not argue, Saadi, -
Here, before the strongest enemy, I, who knew, stand.

The merchant some kind said
When he captured to the robber;

"The crowd of the old woman is like the army of Shah,
When robbers do not know fear!

Trouble in the country, where it ruins robbery
There will be no country for such.

And who will go to the edge forgot about God,
Where is the law asleep, where are they robbed on the roads? "

So that the glory of good conquer,
Shah Strangers must guard.

Respect the aliens that the shelter is asked
After all, they will give good glory.

And if the guesthouse is not in the country -
Damage and kingdom will be the treasury.

You are by custom, by good faith

Do not locate the door to the door.

Guests, merchants, twisted poor honors,
Clean from robbers path.

But hearing and the sight will be on guard,
So as not to penetrate your house the ease.

(between 1292 - 1210)

Biography touches

Saadi is a real name - Muslihiddin Abu Muhammed Abdallah Ibn Mushifadin. Three equal periods of thirty years amounted to His life - School Skaltic, Shaikh, and knowledge and wanders helped become a "truth husband." The nickname "Saadi" occurred on behalf of the Farsky Prince Saad Ibn - Zengi, at the courtyard of which he served Mullah early son of the poet. Atabek took part in the fate of the orphan. When he entered, he sent him to Baghdad to learn.
Saadi studied in Baghdad in Nizamiye Madrasa. In addition, the young man studied a lot from Sufi Sheikhs, penetrated by their ascetic ideals, became a member of the Sufi fraternity. For life, he remained faithful to his teachers and their ideas. Poems Saadi began to write early. In 1226, his mentor Saad Ibn - Zengi was killed in the invasion of Tatar - Mongols. Saadi fled to Dervish clothes and left his homeland for thirty years.
From 1226 to 1255, he traveled to Muslim countries - from India to Morocco.
Adventure him began in India, where he was captured to fire crystals. To survive, he accepted their faith. But as soon as it turned up a convenient case, fled, killing the guard by the guard.
In Damascus and Baalbek, he, as an expert on Arabic, was offered to become a Mullah - a preacher. But the hunt for changing places forced him to leave. Realing in the desert under Jerusalem, he was, betrayed Holy Life, but was captured by the Crusaders and sent to the Syrian coast, where in Tripoli was forced to dig the trenches for the fortress in the shackles. There he was seen by one familiar desire from Aleppo and bought out for 19 gold dinars. Free Saadi was only on the way from the walls of the fortress to the House of the Roshchik. At the Rights of the "host" he immediately married the poet on his ugly and grumpy daughter. From the "Jasom of Family Life", Saadi escaped to North Africa, then left her and, having passed all the small Asia, again found himself in his native shira in 1256, Saadi began to lead a secluded life, devoting himself to literary creativity. For 2 years, he created the works of "Bustan" and "Gulistan" glorified him in the centuries. Both of these poise he devoted Abu Bacru.
"Bustan" (fruit garden) is a poem from 9 chapters, each of which contains stories, parables and philosophical reasoning illustrating the author's duration about how the perfect ruler should be. Saadi calls on the rulers to be humane to their subject and ensure that the best qualities show and people from his environment - officials, servants and military leaders, otherwise his generosity and kindness will only bring harm. These reflections are illustrated by examples in the form of stories and proverbs.
Gulistan (pink garden) consists of 8 chapters - aspects of everyday wisdom. These chapters - about the life of the kings, about the nrules of the Dervysh about the benefits of satisfaction with small, on the benefits of silence, about love, about youth, about the impact of education, about the rules of communication. Chapters contain stories written by prose and a sage (corrugated prose), and end with poetic inserts. Stories and adventures are taken from the life of Saadi, his travels and observations. This cheerful and instructive book serves as a school textbook, and a book of entertainment reading, there are many witty paradoxes, comments and humor. Her task is to awaken in people the desire for wisdom and common sense as the basis of life in society.

LAST YEARS

Having experienced all the monasses of the earthly existence of Saadi recommended the laity to live in the world, conscious of his problem, and it is hourly ready for the loss of earthly goods.
After the death of Abu - Bacra in 1260, six Atabekov changed in the principality, and since 1284, Shiraz came under the power of Iranian Iran, and the troubled recently reigned.
From 1284 to 1290 Saadi wrote a large number of lyrical poems on Persian and Arabic. He also wrote treatises in prose ("The book of instruction"), whose authorship of some researchers questioned.
Sheikh Saadi died in Shiraz on December 9, 1292. "Without gifts I go to you, Lord! Said Saadi. "I am on my ears in my sins, and I have no good acts ... I'm poor, but I tales hope and I believe in the mercy of your highest."
At the gate leading to the garden, where the tomb is located, the inscription: "The land in which Saadi Shirazi is buried, exudes the smell of love.

Afterword

Salada Saadi in Asian countries are immense. He became the first Persian poet, which in the 17th century he learned in the West.
The own experience of the strangeness and reflection about the judge, attached to the works of this Persian thinker, the measure of enlightenment, which made them simultaneously wise, transparent and elegant in shape. The poems "Bulista" and "Gulistan" were extremely popular in the East, which is a sample of which aesthetics of the genre of wise reasoning as a special literary direction. This direction subsequently became very popular in the literature of Persian, Turkic and Indian. The Europeans got acquainted with the work of Saadi at the 17th century, his poetry admired Goethe. The humane nature of Saadi's creativity, the desire to know the "measure of things" and to instill common sense and sympathizes to the neighbor makes his works popular today.

Says and Aphorisms Saadi

People are born only with clean nature, and only then the fathers make them by Jews, Christians or fireplongs.

Silently sitting in the corner, in touching the language,
Better than those who are not used to keep their teeth.

A sage is similar to the tray of the Moskatel: He silently shows his perfections; And a fool as a campaign drum: possesses a loud voice, and inside is empty and insignificant.

The courage is not in the strength of the hands and not in the art of owning a sword, courage - in order to own themselves and be fair.

Muskus is what has an aroma, and not what a moskatelist says that this is musk.

With an ignorant of sciences to reason - that wheat grain in the Solonchak throw.

With those who built their delusions to the right, it is better not to argue, it is not easy to heal blindness. The heart is like a curve Zerzal: everything will distort and will turn the beauty into nothing.

It is terrible to us a bite of that enemy that seems to be a friend among people.

Turn the secrets and friends can not be boring, for friends also have friends. Diligently mystery their take care, you get sick - and your enemies will overcome you.

Where the severity is needed, - the softness is inappropriate ... I will not make the enemy softness with a friend, but only you will increase its claims.

Your true friend who will indicate the obstacle path everything will help to pass. Lytz fees to friends. That is your true friend who is honest and straight.

Only patient will finish the case, and hurry will fall.

Not a nice weak enemy, for if he becomes powerful, he does not hurt you.

You from the animals are licensed in the word for nothing - but it's better a beast, if you chat in vain.

A student who learns without desire is a bird without wings.

Scientist without work - a tree without fruits.

Can no rest in the parking lot found who threw comrades in a difficult path.

Do not ask friends about your shortcomings - friends will be silent about them. It is better to find out what the enemies say about you.

Nobody is eternal in the world, everything will go, but forever the name is good living.

Thinking as it should, thoughts are settled,
And do not erect walls without foundation.

As long as a person does not say, noticid the gift of him, the vice is hidden.

Take the advice of enemies - a mistake, but you need to listen to them to act on the contrary. This will be a truly correct image of action.

A reasonable ruler always patient, and anger knows how to keep him tide.

The property of old age make sharp spikes and paler flowers of life.

Weak hands will do a weak sword, do not wait for you righteous things.

Do not give in to the deception of the enemy and do not buy Slavorsia in the Lesta; One set the network of tricks, and the other revealed the breath of greed.

Tender words and kindness can be in the balance of the elephant.

Does not know the one who slander rifle that the slander will then kill him.

Kohl there is no teeth - the bread will always get up, my bread is not - here is the grown matter!

Who ever to disperse the human enmity loves,
In the end, his fire will ruin.

Who grinds the hand with a sword, gnawing the one, repent of his hands.
- Who is good sow - good of his fruit, who will seize the evil - the villain will get out.
- Whoever evil will help, thereby believe it, he prepares a lot of losses.
"Who, the experience of revoking, peaks - a supid will see a lot of things in the coming.

Who with stupid, viciously contacted his wife, did not combine with a woman - with trouble.

Only that in the Council - the Sun, in battles - the lion, who is able to humble anger.

Lies are like a hard impact: if the wound and heal, the scar will remain.

Lytz fees to friends.

That is your true friend who is honest and straight.

If it were not for the power of the stomach, no bird would hit the hunter's Silk, and the hunter himself would not put the sinks.

If the sage gets to fools, he should not wait for the honor from them, and if the fool of his chatter defeats the wise men, then there is nothing surprising in this, for the stone can split the diamond.

If the sage among the uncompatible people will not be able to say words, do not be surprised: the sound of lute is not heard during the rumble of the drum, and the aroma of Ambra disappears from the wound garlic.

If you are indifferent to the suffering of others, you do not deserve the name of the person.

It should be known in everything, everywhere. It is necessary to know the measure in friendship and enmity.

Of all the gifts of the world, only a good name remains, and one who will not even leave it is unhappy.

Since from all of the ants will attack,
Write and lion, no matter how it is.

Kohl Mount Alone will not make you suffer, perhaps you would call you then?

Anger over the measure causes fear, and the unlimited caress reduces respect for you in human eyes. Do not be so harsh so that everyone gets boring, and so meek so that you were kept.

Abu Muhammad Saadi Shirazi - Born in 1213 in the city Shiraz. Persida poet, representative of practical, life souffine, one of the largest authors of classical Persian literature.

We can carry out an elephant in gentle words and kindness ...

The courage is not in the strength of the hands and not in the art of owning a sword, courage - in order to own themselves and be fair.

Others are not measles, only in love. Not mne that you are all and that everything is for you.

Ten people can eat from one plate ...
Two dogs - never.

With those who built their mistakes into the rightness,
It is better not to argue, it is not easy to heal the blindness.
The heart is like a crystal curve:
Everything distorts and turns beauty into nothing.

What is not done - not long lasts.

No one is eternal in the world, everything will go away ... But forever the name is good living ...

Who did you study favor goodness? " - "At unlapported," he replied. - I avoided doing what they do.

Anger over the measure causes fear, and the unlimited caress reduces respect for you in human eyes. Do not be so harsh so that everyone gets boring, and so meek so that you were kept.

He does not know the one who slander ribs that slander will destroy him!

Only that in the Council - the Sun, in battles - the lion, who is able to humble anger.

Do not ask your friends about your shortcomings, friends about them. It is better to think that the enemies talk about you.

Now people have a new form of poverty: some don't have a penny for the soul, and others do not have a soul at all ...

Let the one who dismisses the fallen falling, shudders at the thought that someday and he falls, and no one would stretch his hands to help him rise.

Kohl Mount someone else will make you suffer,
Could you call you then to call you?

The greatest misfortune is to need to help people worthy of our contempt.

If you are indifferent to the suffering of others, you do not deserve the name of the person.

As long as a man is silent,
You do not know what he is tatt.
Do not say that the forest is empty -
Perhaps the tiger is sleeping in the CHASH.

Do not affect the deception of the enemy and do not buy glorious words at the Lesta; One set the chain of tricks, and the other revealed the breath of greed.

Silently sitting in the corner, boning language,
Better than those who are not used to keep their teeth.

Saadi biography is traditionally divided into three periods: from 1205 to 1226 - this is so-called. School period, from 1226 to 1256 - the time of the wanders, from 1256 to 1291 - so-called. Sheikh period.

Saadi is a real name - Muslihiddin Abu Muhammed Abdallah Ibn Mushifadin. Three equal periods of thirty years amounted to His life - School Skaltic, Shaikh, and knowledge and wanders helped become a "truth husband." The nickname "Saadi" occurred on behalf of the Farsky Prince Saad Ibn - Zengi, at the courtyard of which he served Mullah early son of the poet. Atabek took part in the fate of the orphan. When he entered, he sent him to Baghdad to learn.

Saadi studied in Baghdad in Nizamiye Madrasa. In addition, the young man studied a lot from Sufi Sheikhs, penetrated by their ascetic ideals, became a member of the Sufi fraternity. For life, he remained faithful to his teachers and their ideas. Poems Saadi began to write early. In 1226, his mentor Saad Ibn - Zengi was killed in the invasion of Tatar - Mongols. Saadi fled to Dervish clothes and left his homeland for thirty years.

From 1226 to 1255, he traveled to Muslim countries - from India to Morocco.
Adventure him began in India, where he was captured to fire crystals. To survive, he accepted their faith. But as soon as it turned up a convenient case, fled, killing the guard by the guard.

In Damascus and Baalbek, he, as an expert on Arabic, was offered to become a Mullah - a preacher. But the hunt for changing places forced him to leave. Realing in the desert under Jerusalem, he was, betrayed Holy Life, but was captured by the Crusaders and sent to the Syrian coast, where in Tripoli was forced to dig the trenches for the fortress in the shackles. There he was seen by one familiar desire from Aleppo and bought out for 19 gold dinars. Free Saadi was only on the way from the walls of the fortress to the House of the Roshchik. At the Rights of the "host" he immediately married the poet on his ugly and grumpy daughter. From the "Jasom of Family Life", Saadi escaped to North Africa, then left her and, having passed all the small Asia, again found himself in his native shira in 1256, Saadi began to lead a secluded life, devoting himself to literary creativity. For 2 years, he created the works of "Bustan" and "Gulistan" glorified him in the centuries. Both of these poise he devoted Abu Bacru.

"Bustan" (fruit garden) is a poem from 9 chapters, each of which contains stories, parables and philosophical reasoning illustrating the author's duration about how the perfect ruler should be. Saadi calls on the rulers to be humane to their subject and ensure that the best qualities show and people from his environment - officials, servants and military leaders, otherwise his generosity and kindness will only bring harm. These reflections are illustrated by examples in the form of stories and proverbs.

Gulistan (pink garden) consists of 8 chapters - aspects of everyday wisdom. These chapters - about the life of the kings, about the nrules of the Dervysh about the benefits of satisfaction with small, on the benefits of silence, about love, about youth, about the impact of education, about the rules of communication. Chapters contain stories written by prose and a sage (corrugated prose), and end with poetic inserts. Stories and adventures are taken from the life of Saadi, his travels and observations. This cheerful and instructive book serves as a school textbook, and a book of entertainment reading, there are many witty paradoxes, comments and humor. Her task is to awaken in people the desire for wisdom and common sense as the basis of life in society.

Recent years of the poet's life

Having experienced all the monasses of the earthly existence of Saadi recommended the laity to live in the world, conscious of his problem, and it is hourly ready for the loss of earthly goods.
After the death of Abu - Bacra in 1260, six Atabekov changed in the principality, and since 1284, Shiraz came under the power of Iranian Iran, and the troubled recently reigned.
From 1284 to 1290 Saadi wrote a large number of lyrical poems on Persian and Arabic. He also wrote treatises in prose ("The book of instruction"), whose authorship of some researchers questioned.
Sheikh Saadi died in Shiraz on December 9, 1292. "Without gifts I go to you, Lord! Said Saadi. "I am on my ears in my sins, and I have no good acts ... I'm poor, but I tales hope and I believe in the mercy of your highest."
At the gate leading to the garden, where the tomb is located, the inscription: "The land in which Saadi Shirazi is buried, exudes the smell of love.

Afterword

Salada Saadi in Asian countries are immense. He became the first Persian poet, which in the 17th century he learned in the West.
The own experience of the strangeness and reflection about the judge, attached to the works of this Persian thinker, the measure of enlightenment, which made them simultaneously wise, transparent and elegant in shape. The poems "Bulista" and "Gulistan" were extremely popular in the East, which is a sample of which aesthetics of the genre of wise reasoning as a special literary direction. This direction subsequently became very popular in the literature of Persian, Turkic and Indian. The Europeans got acquainted with the work of Saadi at the 17th century, his poetry admired Goethe. The humane nature of Saadi's creativity, the desire to know the "measure of things" and to instill common sense and sympathizes to the neighbor makes his works popular today.

Saying and Aphorisms Saadi Shirazi

People are born only with clean nature, and only then the fathers make them by Jews, Christians or fireplongs.

Silently sitting in the corner, in touching the language,
Better than those who are not used to keep their teeth.

A sage is similar to the tray of the Moskatel: He silently shows his perfections; And a fool as a campaign drum: possesses a loud voice, and inside is empty and insignificant.

The courage is not in the strength of the hands and not in the art of owning a sword, courage - in order to own themselves and be fair.

Muskus is what has an aroma, and not what a moskatelist says that this is musk.

With an ignorant of sciences to reason - that wheat grain in the Solonchak throw.

With those who built their delusions to the right, it is better not to argue, it is not easy to heal blindness. The heart is like a curve Zerzal: everything will distort and will turn the beauty into nothing.

It is terrible to us a bite of that enemy that seems to be a friend among people.

Turn the secrets and friends can not be boring, for friends also have friends. Diligently mystery their take care, you get sick - and your enemies will overcome you.

Where the severity is needed, - the softness is inappropriate ... I will not make the enemy softness with a friend, but only you will increase its claims.

Your true friend who will indicate the obstacle path everything will help to pass. Lytz fees to friends. That is your true friend who is honest and straight.

Only patient will finish the case, and hurry will fall.

Not a nice weak enemy, for if he becomes powerful, he does not hurt you.

You from the animals are licensed in the word for nothing - but it's better a beast, if you chat in vain.

A student who learns without desire is a bird without wings.

Scientist without work - a tree without fruits.

Can no rest in the parking lot found who threw comrades in a difficult path.

Do not ask friends about your shortcomings - friends will be silent about them. It is better to find out what the enemies say about you.

Nobody is eternal in the world, everything will go, but forever the name is good living.

Thinking as it should, thoughts are settled,
And do not erect walls without foundation.

As long as a person does not say, noticid the gift of him, the vice is hidden.

Take the advice of enemies - a mistake, but you need to listen to them to act on the contrary. This will be a truly correct image of action.

A reasonable ruler always patient, and anger knows how to keep him tide.

The property of old age make sharp spikes and paler flowers of life.

Weak hands will do a weak sword, do not wait for you righteous things.

Do not give in to the deception of the enemy and do not buy Slavorsia in the Lesta; One set the network of tricks, and the other revealed the breath of greed.

Tender words and kindness can be in the balance of the elephant.

Does not know the one who slander rifle that the slander will then kill him.

Kohl there is no teeth - the bread will always get up, my bread is not - here is the grown matter!

Who ever to disperse the human enmity loves,
In the end, his fire will ruin.

Who grinds the hand with a sword, gnawing the one, repent of his hands.
- Who is good sow - good of his fruit, who will seize the evil - the villain will get out.
- Whoever evil will help, thereby believe it, he prepares a lot of losses.
"Who, the experience of revoking, peaks - a supid will see a lot of things in the coming.

Who with stupid, viciously contacted his wife, did not combine with a woman - with trouble.

Only that in the Council - the Sun, in battles - the lion, who is able to humble anger.

Lies are like a hard impact: if the wound and heal, the scar will remain.

Lytz fees to friends.

That is your true friend who is honest and straight.

If it were not for the power of the stomach, no bird would hit the hunter's Silk, and the hunter himself would not put the sinks.

If the sage gets to fools, he should not wait for the honor from them, and if the fool of his chatter defeats the wise men, then there is nothing surprising in this, for the stone can split the diamond.

If the sage among the uncompatible people will not be able to say words, do not be surprised: the sound of lute is not heard during the rumble of the drum, and the aroma of Ambra disappears from the wound garlic.

If you are indifferent to the suffering of others, you do not deserve the name of the person.

It should be known in everything, everywhere. It is necessary to know the measure in friendship and enmity.

Of all the gifts of the world, only a good name remains, and one who will not even leave it is unhappy.

Since from all of the ants will attack,
Write and lion, no matter how it is.

Kohl Mount Alone will not make you suffer, perhaps you would call you then?

Anger over the measure causes fear, and the unlimited caress reduces respect for you in human eyes. Do not be so harsh so that everyone gets boring, and so meek so that you were kept.