Story 

  One asked the man who had lost his son:

        'O noble and intelligent old man!

        As thou hast smelt the odour of his garment from Egypt

        Why hast thou not seen him in the well of Canaan?'

    He replied:

        'My state is that of leaping lightning.

        One moment it appears and at another vanishes.

        I am sometimes sitting in high heaven.

        Sometimes I cannot see the back of my foot.

        Were a dervish always to remain in that state

        He would not care for the two worlds.'