Today a dervish showed up at my house,
bowed before me and announced that he would
Study at the feet of a master if only I would have him.
So I cuffed his ears and threw him into the street.
It was the only merciful thing to do.
If people think I am some kind of spiritual master,
someone is bound to get hurt.
I will only disappoint them
and my reputation may never recover.
Best to send him packing early.
“Spiritual master,” he said. Who is he kidding?
Not me. Not Allah. Not you, if you know me at all.
Only himself. Let him delude himself at someone else’s feet.
I am no spiritual master.
I have achieved no state of enlightenment
nor any stage of advanced spiritual understanding.
I am neither prophet, seer, nor adept.
I’ll tell you what I have learned, however,
and perhaps that will serve to instruct you.
I have learned to love Allah with my whole heart
and I have learned how to fight with Him fair and square.
What more does anyone need to know, really?