I saw a pious man by the seaside who had been wounded by a leopard, and no medicine could heal him.
He had been suffering for a long time, yet he constantly thanked God, the Almighty. They asked him, “Why do you give thanks?” He replied, “I thank God that I am afflicted with a calamity and not with sin.”
If that dear friend kills me in misery
Do not say that at that moment I grieve for my life
I will say: What sin did this poor servant commit
That made him upset with me? That is my grief.
