There is a classical sufi story about a king who was setting out to war. He was accompanied by everything necessary, from gold to arms, from fierce warriors to military bands. No details of his enterprise had been forgotten. On the way he met a dervish, a poor and weak wanderer who was yet a wise man, reputed to know the language of birds.
The dervish told the king:
'I know the language of birds, and what they are saying about your Majesty.'
The king said:
'Are they pleased that I am set on this path, and that I am determined to succeed?'
'They are delighted, your Majesty,' said the dervish, 'for they say: "This king will ruin so many cities that we shall have abundant nesting places for the rest of the time among the fallen buildings."
REFERENCE: THE COMMANDING SELF BY IDRIES SHAH
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