Someone passed by a devout man

He appeared to him as a Jew

He struck a blow on the back of his neck

The dervish forgave him and gave him his shirt

He shamefully said, 'What I did was wrong'

'Forgive me, for what need is there for charity?'

In gratitude, he said, 'I swear by my head'

'That I am not what you thought I was'

A good-natured person without pretense on the outside

Is better than a well-named person with a ruined interior

To me, a night-wandering highwayman

Is better than a hypocritical devout man