Story of the Súfí's being enamoured of the empty food-wallet.
One day a Súfí espied a food-wallet (hanging) on a nail: he began to whirl and rend his garments,

When his smoke and tumult (his ecstasy) waxed great, every one that was a Súfí joined him
(imitated his behaviour).
They were shouting and shrieking: several were becoming intoxicated and beside themselves.
An idle busybody said to the Súfí, “What is the matter? (Only) a food-wallet hung (on a nail), and it is empty of bread!”
He (the Súfí) said, “Begone, begone! You art a (mere) form without spirit: do you seek
existence (not non-existence), for you art no lover.”

Lovers have naught to do with existence: lovers have the interest without (having) the capital. They have no wings, and (yet) they fly round the world; they have no hands, and (yet) they carry off the ball from the polo-field.
That dervish who scented (perceived) Reality used to weave baskets though his hand had been
cut off.
Lovers have pitched their tents in non-existence: they are of one colour (quality) and one essence, like non-existence.

How shall a human being scent (perceive) his (the Jinní's) scent, inasmuch as his (the man's)
nature is contrary to his (the Jinní's) nature?
That scent-inhaling Jinní gains from the scent (a great delight): you wilt not gain that (delight)
from a hundred maunds of sweet dainties.
To the Copt the water of the Nile is blood; to the goodly Israelite it is water.
By the Israelites the sea is (made) a highway; by the ruffian Pharaoh it is (made) a drowning- place.
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