I saw a holy man on the seashore who had been wounded by a tiger. No medicine could relieve his pain; he suffered much but he nevertheless constantly thanked God the most high, saying: ‘Praise be to Allah that I have fallen into a calamity and not into sin.’ <br /> <br /> If that beloved Friend decrees me to be slain <br /> I shall not say that moment that I grieve for life <br /> Or say: What fault has thy slave committed? <br /> My grief will be for having offended thee.<br /><br />Saadi Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ch-02-the-morals-of-dervishes-story-13/
