A barefoot and bareheaded pedestrian joined our caravan of Hejaz from Kufa, and he had no possessions;

I am neither riding a mule nor carrying a load like a camel,

I am neither the lord of subjects nor a slave of a king.

I have no sorrow for what exists nor worry for what is absent,

I breathe easily and spend my life.

A camel rider said to him: O dervish, where are you going?! Turn back, for you will die in hardship. He did not listen and set foot in the desert and went.

When we reached the Palm Grove of Mahmud, the wealthy man's time came. The dervish came to his bedside and said: 'We did not die in hardship, but you died in comfort.'

A person cried all night over a sick person,

When day came, he died, and the sick person lived.

Many a swift horse that lagged behind,

While a limping donkey reached its destination.

How many healthy ones we have buried in the ground,

And the wounded one did not die.