They tell a story of a tormentor who threw a stone at the head of a pious man. The dervish had no opportunity for revenge. He kept the stone until a time when the king became angry with that soldier and threw him into a well. The dervish went in and struck him on the head with the stone. He said: Who are you and why did you hit me with this stone? He said: I am so-and-so, and this is the same stone that you hit me on the head with on such-and-such date. He said: Where have you been all this time? He said: I was apprehensive of your position. Now that I see you in the well, I considered the opportunity a prize.

A vile person whom you see fortunate

Wise men have surrendered their choice

Since you do not have sharp predator's claws

It is better to engage in less conflict with beasts

Whoever wrestled with an arm of steel

Has injured his own poor forearm

Wait until time binds his hand

Then, to the delight of friends, extract his brain