In the old days, a goldsmith, who was from Bombay

In the old days, a goldsmith, who was from Bombay, came to Lahore. He had enough pearls. He opened the pearls in a gathering and showed them to everyone. This is the Death of Night (shining at night)

As he finished smashing and getting up, a thief who was sitting in the assembly began asking where his intentions were. Sunar replied that I was going to Bombay. The thief said: Look at the coincidence; I have a program there too

 Let's go to the mill. This goldsmith realized that it was not my neighbor who was behind this pearl, but it was wise to say, let's go. The two traveled together for the whole day, and when the evening began to fall asleep, the thief took off his vest, which was worn over a shirt, and hung it in a separate place. He put the precious pearl in his pocket and fell asleep himself anxiously; now the thief woke up at night and his pocket began to see all his belongings, but nowhere he found the pearl, and he slept. He took the precious pearl out of his pocket and kept it to himself. When the thief got up, he asked for a snack while talking to the goldsmith. He was with you, the precious pearl. Where it was not bright at night, the goldsmith has shown it to me and asked out of the pearl pocket.

The thief was surprised that I tried his entire pocket, but I did not find it, but he took it out of his pocket and saw. Well, I will get it out tonight. The goldsmith did the same thing again the next night. But nothing was found, in the morning again the same pearl came out of the pocket of the goldsmith, the same thing continued for three to four days. For the sake of it, today I consider you a teacher. Tell me where you used to put these beads at night.
He said that if the husband kept tossing the pockets of others, I would have even put his hand in his pocket.
Today, our example is that of a thief who is looking for a defect of people and never even peeked in his pocket.
This has become our habit;