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The King and the Dervish
A man must rise up in service
backto the One in Whom all abide. Failing this, the ear might in a life time Become deaf to the song of the lute, flute or drum. The eye might miss sight of a garden, The fragrance of roses might pass unsavored. For want of a feather pillow one might sleep with only a stone; And for loss of a loving companion, One might just as well sleep alone. But this lowly, aching body Cannot bear existence bereft of these gifts.
from Serving the Guest: A Sufi Cookbook
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