Story 

  It is narrated that an oppressor of the people, a soldier, hit the

head of a pious man with a stone and that the dervish, having no means

of taking vengeance, preserved the stone till the time arrived when

the king became angry with that soldier, and imprisoned him in a well.

Then the dervish made his appearance and dropped the stone upon his

head. He asked: 'Who art thou, and why hast thou hit my head with this

stone?' The man replied: 'I am the same person whom thou hast struck

on the head with this stone on such and such a day.' The soldier

continued: 'Where hast thou been all this time?' The dervish

replied: 'I was afraid of thy dignity but now when I beheld thee in

the well I made use of the opportunity.'

        When thou seest an unworthy man in good luck

        Intelligent men have chosen submission.

        If thou hast not a tearing sharp nail

        It will be better not to contend with the wicked.

        Who grasps with his fist one who has an arm of steel

        Injures only his own powerless wrist.

        Wait till inconstant fortune ties his hand.

        Then, to please thy friends, pick out his brains.