بخش 2
Prose Version
If a fierce wind blows from a corner and knocks down an unripe citron, do we call it unjust or just? Do we consider it skillful or without skill? If death is justice, then what is injustice? If it is just, then why is there so much wailing and crying about it? Your soul is not aware of this secret, and you have no way into this mystery. Everyone has gone to the door of greed, but the door of this secret has not opened for anyone. Perhaps going (dying) leads to a better place, where one finds peace in another world. The breath of death is like a terrifying fire that has no fear of the young or the old. This world is a place of departure, not a place to stay. When death tightens the girth on the horse of annihilation, know that it is justice, not injustice. Since it is justice, there is no place for complaint. Youth and old age are the same to death when there is no leaf left on the body's tree. If your heart is filled with the light of faith, silence is better for you, for you are a servant. You do not know God's secret in this matter, unless your soul is partnered with the devil. Strive in this world so that when you pass on, you take goodness with you in the end. Now, I will first tell the story of Sohrab's battle and how he sought vengeance against his father.