Story 13

  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.'

        If that beloved Friend decrees me to be slain

        I shall not say that moment that I grieve for life

        Or say: What fault has thy slave committed?

        My grief will be for having offended thee.