A certain pauper obtained admittance to a prison, and annoyed the prisoners by eating up all their victuals and leaving them none. At last they made a formal complaint to the Qazi, and prayed him to banish the greedy pauper from the prison. The Qazi summoned the pauper before him, and asked him why he did not go to his own house instead of living on the prisoners. The pauper replied that he had no house or means of livelihood except that supplied by the prison; whereupon the Qazi ordered him to be carried through the city, and proclamation to be made that he was a pauper, that no one might be induced to lend him money or trade with him. Accordingly the attendants sought for a camel whereon to carry him through the city, and at last induced a Kurd who sold firewood to lend his camel for the purpose. The Kurd consented from greed of reward, and the pauper, being seated on the camel, was carried through the city from morning till evening, proclamation being made in Persian, Arabic, and Kurdish that he was a pauper. When evening came the Kurd demanded payment, but the pauper refused to give him anything, observing that if he had kept his ears open he must have heard the proclamation. Thus the Kurd was led by greed to spend the day in useless labor.

Satan's office in the world. The pauper said, "Your beneficence is my sustenance; To me, as to aliens, your prison is a paradise. If you banish me from your prison in reprobation, I must needs die of poverty and affliction." Just so Iblis said to Allah, "O have compassion; Lord! respite me till the day of resurrection; For in this prison of the world I am at oase, From every one who has true faith for food, And as bread for his provisions by the way, I take it away by fraud or deceit,

Sometimes I menace them with poverty, Sometimes I blind their eyes with tresses and moles." In this prison the food of true faith is scarce, In spite of prayers and fasts and endless pains, Alas ! we are perishing by his insolence. The dog is one, yet he enters a thousand forms; Whatever makes you shiver, know he is in it, When he finds no form at hand, he enters your thoughts, From your thoughts proceeds destruction, Sometimes thoughts of pleasure, sometimes of business, Sometimes thoughts of science, sometimes of house and home.

Sometimes thoughts of gain and traffic, Sometimes thoughts of money and wives and children, Sometimes thoughts of household goods and fine linen, Sometimes thoughts of carpets, sometimes of sweepers. Sometimes thoughts of mills, gardens, and villas, Sometimes thoughts of peace and war, Ah! cast out of your head these vain imaginations, Ah! sweep out of your heart these evil suggestions. Cry, "There is no power nor strength but in God!" It is the true Beloved who causes all Whatsoever is perceived by sense He annuls,

The lover's love is visible, his Beloved hidden. The Friend is absent, the distraction he causes present. Renounce these affections for outward forms, Whatever is beloved is not a mere empty form, Whatever be the form you have fallen in love with, Why do you forsake it the moment life leaves it? The form is still there; whence, then, this disgust at it? Ah! lover, consider well what is really your beloved. If a thing perceived by outward senses is the beloved, Then all who retain their senses must still love it; And since love increases constancy,

How can constancy fail while form abides? But the truth is, the sun's beams strike the wall, Why give your heart to mere stones, O simpleton? Go! seek the source of light which shineth always! Distinguish well true dawn from false dawn, Distinguish the color of the wine from that of the cup; So that, instead of many eyes of caprice, Then you will behold true colors instead of false, But what is a jewel? Nay, you will be an ocean of pearls; Yea, a sun that measures the heavens!

The real Workman is hidden in His workshop, Inasmuch as over that Workman His work spreads a curtain, Since His workshop is the abode of the Wise One, Come, then, into His workshop, which is Not-being, Whoso has seen how bright is the workshop Rebellious Pharaoh set his face towards Being (egoism), Perforce he looked for the Divine decree to change, While destiny at the impotence of that crafty one He slew a hundred thousand guiltless babes That the prophet Moses might not be born alive,

He did all this, yet Moses was born, Had he but seen the Eternal workshop, Within his house was Moses safe and sound, Just so the slave of lusts who pampers his body Fancies that some other man bears him ill-will; Saying this one is my enemy, and this one my foe, While it is his own body which is his enemy and foe, He is like Pharaoh, and his body is like Moses, He runs abroad crying, "where is my foe?" While lust is in his house, which is his body,