Kismet

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each morning to Hajj the Beggar.

I am too old to change beggars.

You say you're too old

to change beggars.

Your attitude strikes me as strange.

It's easy enough to change beggars.

What's difficult is to beg change.

Not bad. Ha-ha.

Not bad.

Here, you deserve encouragement. Here.

One dinar is not enough

to encourage me.

- Take it. Take it.

- No, it's too little. You're too stingy, no.

Now, the beggars tell us what to give.

Well, here.

- But not for the beggar, for the poet.

- I thank you.

- You disgrace us.

- We mustrt seem to be greedy.

- We're not supposed to notice the amount.

- It's the spirit behind the gift that counts.

Never have I seen a profession

more keenly in need of new blood.

As of now, this business

is under new management.

Alms for the love of Allah.

Give me a few dozen dinar, my friend.

And an already pleasant morning

will be made pleasanter for both of us.

If you do not wish my blessing,

I'll be happy to give you my curse.

I do not give money away.

I'm a businessman.

May the graves of your ancestors

vanish in the spring floods.

May your wives grow warts

on their noses.

May your taxes increase.

- May your taxes increase.

- May your taxes increase.

May your taxes increase.

May your taxes increase.

May your taxes increase.

- May your taxes increase.

- I sat down, feeling desolated

Bowed my head and crossed my knees

Is fortune really predicated

Upon such tiny turns as these?

Then fate's a thing without a head

A puzzle never understood

And man proceeds where he is led

Unguaranteed of bad or good

Fate

Fate can be the trap in your path

The bitter cup of your tears

Your wine of wrath

Fate can be shade in the desert blaze

Sudden food in a famine found

The sound of praise

Incomprehensible and strange

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