A novice whose heart was pure as the sun once saw his master in a dream, and said to him: “My heart is plunged in blood by the effect of astonishment. Make known to me the station in which Thou art. Since Thine absence, I have kindled the candle of my heart; since Thou hast left me, I have burned with grief. I have come here to seek the secret of my astonishment; tell me, then, what is Thy station now.”
“More than thou,” the pîr replied, “I am in despondency and astonishment, and I bite the back of my hand with my teeth. Here I am, at the bottom of the prison and the well, far more bewildered than thou. Indeed, I feel a hundred times more dismay at my final end than I felt in the world.”
“More than thou,” the pîr replied, “I am in despondency and astonishment, and I bite the back of my hand with my teeth. Here I am, at the bottom of the prison and the well, far more bewildered than thou. Indeed, I feel a hundred times more dismay at my final end than I felt in the world.”