A dog brushed up against a sheikh, who made
No move to draw his skirts in or evade
The filthy stray- a puzzled passer-by
Who'd noticed his behaviour asked him why.
He said: "The dog is filthy, as you see,
But what is outside him is inside me-
What's clear on him is hidden in my heart;
Why should such close companions stay apart?"
If inward filth is slight or if it's great,
The outcome is the same disgusting state-
If straws impede you, or a mountain-top,
Where is the difference if you have to stop?
ATTAR
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