سندبادنامه 273.1

273.1

Without you, O life, I live; / I possess no capital, yet I trade.
Shame on my deed, that why / do I live so long without you?
You are gone, and I am in the world of the living; / in truth, I am an unwelcome burden.
There is no life without your face, but / I employ stratagems, as you know.
This soldier had a cat that had long made a pillow of his sleeve and spent its lifetime
in his service, establishing past and present claims of loyalty; and from the time
of the child's mother's death, it had not departed for a single moment from the surroundings of his cradle, standing guard over his life
and watching over his possessions, and whenever the nurse was busy, it would rock
the cradle. One day, the child's father and the nurse were both absent from the house, and the cat