One moonlit night Sheikh Bayazid,
attracted by the sight of such refulgent
brilliance, clear as day, across the
sleeping city took his way and thence
into the desert, where he saw unnumbered
stars adoring heaven's floor.
He walked a little and become aware
that not a sound disturbed the desert air,
that no one moved in that immensity save him.
His heart grew numb and gradually pure terror
touched him. "O great God," he cried, "Your
dazzling palace beckons far and wide- where
are the courtiers who should throng this court?"
A voice said: "Wanderer, you are distraught;
be calm. Our glorious King cannot admit all
comers to His court; it is not fit that every rascal
who sleeps out the night should be allowed to
glimpse its radiant light. Most are turned back,
and few perceive the throne; among a hundred
thousand there is one."
ATTAR
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