I remember that one night, while traveling with a caravan, I had been walking all night and at dawn, I slept by the edge of a forest.
A disturbed man who was traveling with us let out a cry and took to the desert, unable to find peace for a moment.
When morning came, I asked him: “What was the matter?”
He said: "I saw the nightingales lamenting from the trees, the partridges from the mountains, the frogs in the water, and the beasts in the forest;
I thought it would be unmanly for all to be praising God while I slept in heedlessness."
Last night, a bird was lamenting at dawn
It took away my reason, patience, and strength
One of my sincere friends
Perhaps heard my voice
He said: "I did not believe that a bird’s cry
Could make you so distraught."
I said: "This is not the way of humanity
For the bird to be praising and me to be silent."
