How the gardener isolated the Súfí, the jurist, and the descendant of ‘Alí from one another.
A gardener, when he looked into the orchard, saw three men in his orchard, as (though they were) thieves: A jurist and a Sharíf and a Súfí: each one an impudent, knavish and perfidious rogue.
He said, “I have a hundred arguments against these fellows, but they are united, and a united party is (a source of) strength.

He employed a ruse and got the Súfí away, that he might poison (the minds of) his friends against him. He said to the Súfí, “Go to the house and fetch a rug for these companions (of yours).”
(As soon as) the Súfí departed, he (the gardener) said in private to the two friends, “You art a jurist, and this (other) is a renowned Sharíf.

Who is this gluttonous vile Súfí, that he should associate with kings like you?
When he comes (back), drive him away and take possession of my orchard and field for a week.
What is (it to offer you) my orchard? My life is yours, O ye who have (always) been (as dear to me) as my right eye.”

“O dog,” he cried, “is it Súfism that of a sudden you come into my orchard in spite (of me)?
Did Junayd or Báyazíd direct you to behave in this way? From what Shaykh and Pír did this (instruction) reach you?” He beat the Súfí when he found him alone; he half killed him and cracked his head.

That (cup) which I have drunk must be drunk by you, and such a draught as this is the due of every cad.” This world is (like) the mountain, and (all) your words come back to you from the echo.
After the gardener had finished with the Súfí, he invented a pretext of the same kind as the former,

Having sent him off, he said (to the other), “O keen-sighted one, you art a jurist; this is manifest and sure.
(But) he (thy friend) a Sharíf! It is an absurd claim he is making. Who knows who committed adultery with his mother? Will ye set your hearts (rely) on woman and the deeds of woman? (Will ye acknowledge her to be of) weak mind, and then
(put) trust (in her)?

Any one whose head is made giddy by (his own) gyrations sees the house turning round like himself.
What that vain talker, the gardener, said was (indicative of) his (own) condition; (it was) far from (being applicable to) the descendants of the Prophet.
If he had not been the issue of apostates, how should he have spoken thus as regards (the Prophet's) House?

Sharíf).
He said, “O ass, who invited you into this orchard? Has robbery been left to you as an inheritance by the Prophet? The lion's cub resembles him (the lion): in what do you resemble the Prophet? Tell (me that)!”
The man (the gardener) who had sought refuge (in craft) did to the Sharíf that which a Khárijite would do to the Family of Yá- sín (Mohammed).
(I marvel) what hatred devils and ghouls like Yazíd and Shimr always have towards the Prophet's Family.

If I am not a Sharíf and worthy (of you) and a (true) bosom-friend, (at any rate) I am no worse for you than such a ruffian as this.”
He (the gardener) finished with him (the Sharíf), and came up, saying, “O jurist, what (sort of) jurist are you, O you disgrace to every fool?
Is it your legal opinion, O convicted thief, that you may come (into my orchard) without asking leave?

“You are right,” he replied; “beat (me): you have got the upper hand. This is the fit penalty for him that parts from friends.”
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