In dishdasheh as Arabs
He limps and walks with cap
I know him and, Arab he is not
This shop and other one
To sheikhs and bazaars
He goes and, hand is long
Extended, he is a beggar
Not needy, makes money
He has shops; in Ardabil
They see him and say:
Here comes the rich man
And how he is welcomed
What a life
Hassan begs, Ali cheats and steals,
Dies of hunger; the man of dignity
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