One night in the desert of Mecca, I was so exhausted from sleeplessness that I could no longer walk. I lay down and told the camel driver, “Leave me alone.”
How far can a poor pedestrian go?
The camel is weary from bearing the load
Until the fat body becomes lean
The lean one would have died from hardship
He said, “Brother! The sanctuary is ahead and the bandit behind; if you move, you will be saved, and if you sleep, you will die.”
It is pleasant to sleep under the thorn bushes on the road to the desert
But on the night of departure, one must say farewell to life.
