The stomach of a Sufi made him weak and gave him relief

He spent two dinars on each of his two desires

One of his friends quietly asked him

What did you do with the two dinars? He replied

With one dinar, I drove away my joy

With the other, I filled my stomach with food

I acted disgracefully and foolishly

For this still didn’t fill, and that remained empty

Whether the food is delicate or hasty

When it comes late, it tastes better

The wise one only lays his head on the pillow

When sleep, by force, captures him in its snare

Do not speak until you find the opportunity

If you do not see the field, hold back your words

Do not go beyond your limits, especially with a woman

Do not, like a madman, draw a sword on yourself

To arouse desire with indifference

Is like spilling your own blood with desire