Sa'di

Often I am minded, inform the days of my childhood,
How once I went out with my father on a festival;
In fun I grew preoccupied with all the folk about,
Losing touch with my father in the popular confusion;
In terror and bewilderment I raised up a cry,
Then suddenly my father boxed my ears:
"You bold-eyed child, how many times, now,
Have I told you not to lose hold of my skirt?"
A tiny child cannot walk out alone,
For it is difficult to take a way not seen;
You too, poor friend, are but a child upon endeavour's way:
Go, seize the skirts of those who knows the way!

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