Then the barber explained, “My brother, as lazy as he was, also had grandiose dreams. He told the tailor, ‘I will sell these glass items for nine hundred rupees, and with that money, I’ll buy more items and sell them for eighteen hundred rupees. I’ll continue this process, and when I accumulate thirty thousand rupees, I’ll buy a big mansion.'”

Alansachar went on, “With such wealth, I’ll buy precious jewels like pearls and diamonds. I’ll make a significant profit from them. When I gather more than five hundred thousand rupees, I’ll send a proposal to the minister for his daughter’s hand in marriage. If he accepts, it’s good; otherwise, I’ll elope with his daughter.”

Describing the elaborate plans, Alansachar said, “When I marry the minister’s daughter, I’ll buy ten slaves and adorn myself with luxurious clothing and jewelry. Riding a decorated horse, I’ll go to the minister’s house. They will honor me, and I’ll present a bag filled with gold coins as the dowry for their daughter. I’ll reward the minister’s officer generously and, with great pomp, return home.”

Alansachar further explained, “My wife, being incredibly beautiful, will come before me like the fourteenth moon. I won’t even look at her. Servants and friends will request me to acknowledge her presence, but I won’t respond. I’ll sleep with my back to her. My wife, upset by my behavior, will cry, and in the morning, she’ll narrate her misery to her mother.”

He continued, “Her mother will console her, saying, ‘My son-in-law, the king, doesn’t appreciate your beauty. If he has any complaints, let me know, and I’ll punish him. He should at least cast a glance in your direction.’ Despite their pleading, I won’t change my attitude.”

Alansachar concluded, “Even when my mother-in-law touches my feet, I won’t relent. Eventually, she’ll offer my wife a cup of sherbet, asking her to give it to me. Thinking that this gesture will please me, my wife will bring the sherbet, but I’ll get angry and forcefully throw the glass away. This behavior will shock them, but my stubbornness won’t waver.”

This is a summary of the story Alansachar narrated by the barber, filled with humor and exaggerated scenarios.
I’ll provide a translation of the story you shared:

My brother Alansachar was so lost in his thoughts that he seemed to have lost his senses. He forcefully pushed the glass of sherbet, filling it with a basket full of glassware, causing all his glassware to fall and shatter on the road.

His friend, Darji, who had been listening to his nonsense, burst into laughter upon seeing all this. He said to Alansachar, ‘You are indeed foolish. Do you know why you suffered such a great loss? It’s because you insulted a beautiful and respected woman. This is the result of your actions. If I were your father-in-law, I would punish you for your insolence so that people recognize you as a criminal.’

My brother Alansachar was deeply saddened by this loss and the shattering of his dreams of earning a lot of money. He started crying loudly. It was time for Friday prayers, so the people going for prayers stopped to see what had happened. A crowd gathered, and everyone started asking what had happened. Darji narrated the whole story to them, and everyone began making fun of Alansachar and laughing at him.

At that moment, a wealthy woman from a prosperous family was passing by. She stopped her vehicle upon seeing the crowd and asked about the reason for the gathering. Without revealing the complete story, people just mentioned that a poor man carrying glassware had fallen, causing all his glassware to break. Hearing this, the rich woman felt pity and asked her servants to give a bag of gold coins to the poor man. The servants did as instructed, and my brother received the bag.

My brother had just reached home when someone knocked on his door. He saw an old woman standing there. She said she needed a pot of water because she had to perform ablution before going for prayers. My brother brought her the water. After the old woman had finished praying, she came to my brother and began expressing her gratitude. Then, she blessed my brother. After that, she noticed the bag of gold coins and offered to give my brother two gold coins. When my brother started giving her the coins, she refused, saying, ‘I am not a beggar; I am a servant in the grand mansion of a wealthy and beautiful woman. She provides me with everything, so I do not need alms.’

My brother, being a fool, could not understand the old woman’s deception and insisted that she introduce him to her mistress. Delighted, the old woman took him along. To my brother’s surprise, she led him into a luxurious and vast palace. There, she asked a Greek servant to open the door, and then the old woman went inside with my brother. After a while, an extremely beautiful woman arrived and sat down beside my brother. She began talking to him, and they conversed for some time. She then asked my brother to wait for a moment and went inside. After a few moments, a beautifully adorned woman arrived and sat down beside my brother. She began talking to him, and they had a pleasant conversation. She asked my brother to sit comfortably and then, after a while, the woman told him to wait as she went inside.
After some time, a large and monstrous-looking man came there carrying a sword in his hand and thunderously asked my brother, “What are you doing in my house?” My brother, upon seeing him, was as if his voice had vanished out of fear. He started trembling with fear. The man with the sword then attacked him, causing my brother to fall unconscious. After that, the demon-like man took the bag of gold coins from him and asked the woman standing there to bring salt. The woman brought salt, and he sprinkled it on my brother to check whether he was alive or dead. My brother, understanding his intentions, endured the pain of the salt on his body.

When there was no movement in my brother’s body, the man and the woman assumed he was dead and left. Then an old lady came, dragged my brother’s body like a corpse, and threw him into a pit in the corner of the house. My brother was in so much pain that he fainted, but when he regained consciousness, he crawled out of the pit and hid until he reached the door of the house. Two days later, when the old lady went out for her new prey, my brother escaped from there and came to me. He shared all his troubles with me.

My brother rested for a month, and once all his wounds healed, he devised a plan for revenge. He collected broken pieces of glass in a large bag, changed his appearance to resemble the old lady, armed himself with a sword, and hid the sword and bag in clothes. My brother went out in disguise and encountered the old lady on the way. He said, “I came from Persia, and I have a hundred gold coins. I want to weigh them once to ensure they are genuine. Will you help me? Can you bring scales from somewhere?” The old lady replied, “Come with me. I am the most trustworthy here, and my son can help weigh your coins.”

Then the old lady took my brother to the same house where she had taken him earlier. Everything was as before. The Greek slave opened the door, and the old lady took my brother inside. She asked him to sit, and then the man, like a demon, came there, asking my brother to come along. In the guise of the old lady, my brother, ignoring the man’s carelessness, struck a powerful blow with the sword, killing him.

At that moment, the Greek woman came with Pisā (Pisā is a term used in Persian for a salt container), and my brother caught her, delivering a blow to her as well. With the commotion and screams, the old lady also rushed in. Seeing all this, my brother grabbed her too, saying, “You didn’t recognize me. I am the one who asked for water for prayer in the alley and then you tried to kill me here, but I managed to escape.” Hearing this, the old lady started crying loudly and begged for mercy, but my brother did not spare her and also struck her down.

Now my brother began to search for the beautiful woman who had come for the first time and had left him to rest. He found her sitting in a room and, seeing my brother, trembled with fear. My brother did nothing to her; instead, he began to question her about how she ended up there and who she was. The woman told her truth.

She revealed that she was the wife of a wealthy man. The old lady used to visit her house frequently, and she was forcefully invited to a feast and imprisoned here. She did not want to be part of these activities, but she had to support them out of compulsion. She had been captive there for three years. She did not want to participate in these activities, but she had to support them out of compulsion.

My brother asked her about the amount of wealth and killings that had taken place there. The woman told him about the enormous wealth and suggested bringing laborers from outside to help carry everything away. My brother, satisfied with her answer, took all the wealth from the house to his home. Even after bringing everything home, my brother’s bad luck did not leave him. He had left the house open, and people from the neighborhood entered, seeing that someone was taking away belongings. They reported everything to the magistrate.

When my brother was sleeping at home at night, soldiers came and took him to the magistrate. The magistrate asked him, “Where did all this property come from?” My brother said, “If I tell you everything truthfully, will you promise not to punish me?” The magistrate agreed to this condition. My brother then narrated each incident to the magistrate. After hearing the whole story, the magistrate took all the property from my brother’s house and banished him from the city for three years so that he could not complain to the city’s leader.

Poor my brother, taking his shattered fate, left the city. He only had two or three gold coins left, but unfortunately, some bandits looted him, taking away all his clothes as well. When I found out about all this, I set out to search for him. After searching for several days, I found him, and then I hid him while providing him with care.

Now, friends, this was the story of my fifth brother Alnaschar. Stay tuned to hear the story of my sixth brother, narrated by the barber.