A king summoned a devout man.
The devout man thought, “I will take a medicine to make me weak, so that the king’s belief in my piety will increase.”
It is said that he took a lethal medicine and died.
The one I saw as all essence like a pistachio
Was layer upon layer like an onion
The pious who face the people
Turn their backs to the Qibla in prayer
When a servant calls upon his God
He should know none but God.
