Story 3

  I was in Diarbekr, the guest of an old man, who possessed abundant

wealth and a beautiful son. One night he narrated to me that he had

all his life no other son but this boy, telling me that in the

locality people resorted to a certain tree in a valley to offer

petitions and that he had during many nights prayed at the foot of the

said tree, till the Almighty granted him this son. I overheard the boy

whispering to his companion: 'How good it would be if I knew where

that tree is that I might pray for my father to die.' Moral: The

gentleman is delighted that his son is intelligent and the boy

complains that his father is a dotard.

        Years elapse without thy visiting

        The tomb of thy father.

        What good hast thou done to him

        To expect the same from thy son?