A king summoned a worshiper.

He thought, 'I will take a medicine to become weak, so perhaps the belief he has in me will increase.'

It is said that he took a deadly poison and died.

He whom I saw as all kernel like a pistachio,

Was layer upon layer like an onion.

The pious ones whose faces are towards creation,

Turn their backs to the Kaaba while praying.

When a servant calls upon his God,

He should know nothing but God.