A dervish arrived at a gathering where the host was a generous person; the people of knowledge and eloquence were saying witty remarks and jokes.

The dervish had been traveling through the desert and was hungry and had not eaten anything.

One of them said with subtlety: You should also say something.

He said: I don't have the knowledge and literature like others, and I haven't read anything, so be content with just one couplet from me.

I am hungry, and in front of me is a table of bread

Like a eunuch at the door of a women's bathhouse

His friends understood his extreme helplessness and brought the table in front of him.

The host said: Oh friend, wait a while until my servants make some fried meatballs.

Don't bring meatballs to my table

For a hungry person, empty bread is like meatballs