I heard a dervish who was burning in the fire of poverty, sewing patches on his cloak, and comforting his distressed heart by saying:
"Let us be content with dry bread and a patched cloak,
For bearing our own burden is better than bearing the burden of others’ favors."
Someone said to him: “Why do you sit here? So-and-so in this city has a generous nature and abundant kindness. He serves the noble and sits at the hearts’ door. If he knew your condition as it is, he would consider it an honor to take care of you and would count it a blessing.”
He replied: “Silence! For dying in the corner is better than bringing one’s need before someone.”
"It is better to sew patches and choose the corner of patience,
Than to write a petition for a garment to the lords.
Truly, it is equal to the torment of hell,
To go to heaven by the intercession of a neighbor."
