A group of rogues, contrary to the ways of dervishes, came and spoke harsh words, struck, and caused distress.

The complainant brought his impatience to the spiritual elder and described what had happened.

He said: O child! The robe of the dervish is the garment of contentment; whoever cannot bear misfortune in this attire is a pretender, and the robe is forbidden to him.

The vast sea is not troubled by a stone

The mystic who is hurt is still shallow like a stream

If harm befalls you, endure it

For through forgiveness, you are cleansed of sin

O brother, since you will become dust

Become humble as dust before you turn to dust