One of the kings, with a few close companions, strayed far from their residence in a winter hunting ground, until night fell, and they saw a peasant's house.

The king said: 'Let us go there for the night so that we are not troubled by the cold.'

One of the ministers said: 'It is not befitting the king's dignity to seek refuge in a peasant's house; let us pitch a tent here and make a fire.'

The peasant was informed. He prepared what he had and brought it forward, kissed the ground, and said: 'The high status of the Sultan has not been lowered, but they did not want the status of the peasant to be raised.'

The Sultan liked his speech, and they moved to his house for the night. In the morning, he bestowed upon him robes of honor and blessings. They heard him walking a few steps alongside the Sultan, saying:

Nothing was diminished from the Sultan's status and grandeur

From his attention to a peasant's guesthouse

The peasant's humble dwelling reached the sun

Because a Sultan like you cast his shadow upon it