I remember one night in a caravan we had traveled all night and at dawn slept beside a thicket.

A passionate man who was traveling with us shouted and took to the desert and found no rest.

When it was day, I asked him: What was that state?

He said: I saw nightingales singing from the trees, and partridges from the mountain, and frogs in the water, and animals from the thicket;

I thought that it would not be righteous for all to be praising God and I to be sleeping in heedlessness.

Last night a bird was singing at dawn

It took away my reason, patience, strength, and senses

One of my sincere friends

Perhaps my voice reached his ears

He said I did not believe that you

Could be so bewildered by the song of a bird

I said: This is not the condition of humanity

The bird praises God, and I am silent