One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and <br />prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked <br />upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that <br />the empty socket bled. And the prince inquired of him, 'What has <br />befallen you?' And the man replied, 'O prince, I am by profession <br />a thief, and this night, because there was no moon, I went to rob <br />the money-changer's shop, and as I climbed in through the window <br />I made a mistake and entered the weaver's shop, and in the dark I <br />ran into the weaver's loom and my eye was plucked out. And now, <br />O prince, I ask for justice upon the weaver.' <br /> <br />Then the prince sent for the weaver and he came, and it was decreed <br />that one of his eyes should be plucked out. <br /> <br />'O prince,' said the weaver, 'the decree is just. It is right that <br />one of my eyes be taken. And yet, alas! both are necessary to me <br />in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave. <br />But I have a neighbour, a cobbler, who has also two eyes, and in <br />his trade both eyes are not necessary.' <br /> <br />Then the prince sent for the cobbler. And he came. And they took <br />out one of the cobbler's two eyes. <br /> <br />And justice was satisfied.<br /><br />Khalil Gibran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-75/
