A certain falcon lost his way, and found himself in the waste places inhabited by owls. The owls suspected that he had come to seize their nests, and all surrounded him to make an end of him. The falcon assured them that he had no such design as they imputed to him, that his abode was on the wrist of the king, and that he did not envy their foul habitation. The owls replied that he was trying to deceive them, inasmuch as such a strange bird as he could not be a favorite of the king. The falcon repeated that he was indeed a favorite of the king, and that the king would assuredly destroy their houses if they injured him, and proceeded to give them some good advice on the folly of trusting to outward appearances. He said, "It is true I am not homogeneous with the king, but yet the king's light is reflected in me, as water becomes homogeneous with earth in plants. I am, as it were, the dust beneath the king's feet; and if you become like me in this respect, you will be exalted as I am. Copy the outward form you behold in me, and perchance you will reach the real substance of the king."

That my outward form may not mislead you, Many are they who have been captured by form, Who aimed at form, and found Allah. After all, soul is linked to body, The power of the light of the eye is mated with fat, Joy harbors in the kidneys and pain in the liver, The lamp of reason in the brains of the head; Smell in the nostrils and speech in the tongue, These connections are not without a why and a how,

Universal Soul had connection with Partial Soul, From that connection, like Mary, Soul became pregnant of a fair Messiah; Not that Messiah who walked upon earth and water, Next, as Soul became pregnant by the Soul of souls, So by the former Soul did the world become pregnant; Then the World brought forth another world, Should I reckon them in my speech till the last day