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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 27</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It once happened that on a journey to the Hejaz a company of young and pious men, whose sentiments harmonized with mine, were my fellow-travellers. They occasionally sung and recited spiritual verses but we had with us also an a’bid, who entertained a bad opinion of the behaviour of the dervishes and was ignorant of their sufferings. When we reached the palm-grove of the Beni Hallal, a black boy of the encampment, falling into a state of excitement, broke out in a strain which brought down the birds from the sky. I saw, however, the camel of the a’bid, which began to prance, throwing him and running into the desert.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Knowest thou what that matutinal bulbul said to me? <br> What man art thou to be ignorant of love? <br> The Arabic verses threw a camel into ecstasy and joy. <br> If thou hast no taste thou art an ill-natured brute. <br> When a camel’s head is turned by the frenzy of joy <br> And a man does not feel it, he must be an ass. <br> When the winds blow over the plain <br> The branches of the ban-tree bend, not hard rocks. <br> Whatever thou beholdest chants his praises. <br> He knows this who has the true perception. <br> Not only the bulbul on the rosebush sings praises <br> But every bramble is a tongue, extolling him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sa+di">Sa di</a></strong></div>