Once, while traveling in Hejaz, I had a group of young, soulful companions who were my close friends and fellow travelers;

At times, they would murmur and recite a profound verse, while a worshiper on the road was denying the state of dervishes and unaware of their pain.

Until we reached the tribe of Bani Hilal; a black child from the Arab tribe came out and sang a song that would bring a bird down from the sky.

I saw the camel of the worshiper begin to dance, throw off the worshiper, and leave.

I said: O Sheikh! It had an effect on an animal, yet it makes no difference to you.

Do you know what that morning nightingale told me?

What kind of person are you, unaware of love!

The camel is in a state of ecstasy and joy from the Arabic poetry

If you have no taste, you are a creature of perverse nature

And when the spreading winds blow over the highlands,

The branches of the ban tree bend, not the hard stone.

Everything you see is in commotion with His remembrance

A heart that is all ears understands this meaning

It is not only the nightingale singing praises on its flower

But every thorn has a tongue for His praise