A barefoot pedestrian joined the caravan to Hejaz from Kufa and accompanied us without any provisions.
He walked gracefully and said:
"Neither am I mounted on a mule, nor am I burdened like a camel
Neither am I a lord of subjects, nor a servant of a king
I have no worry for what exists, nor anxiety for what is lost
I breathe easily and live my life."
A camel rider said to him, “O dervish, where are you going? Turn back, for you will die in hardship.” He did not listen and stepped into the desert and went on.
When we reached Nakhlah Mahmood, the wealthy man met his end. The dervish came to his bedside and said, “We did not die in hardship, but you died on a camel.”
Someone wept all night at the bedside of a sick person
When morning came, he died, and the sick person lived
Many a swift horse has remained behind
While a lame donkey has reached the destination
We have buried many healthy ones in the ground
While the wounded did not die.
