A bird had eaten the grain of a fowler and was caught in the trap began to recite the chapters "Ya Sin" and "An'am." Then he began to wail and cry loudly, so that the fowler and his trap shook with grief.
He said, "My back is broken by the conflict of my thoughts. O Beloved One, come and stroke my head in mercy! The palm of Thy hand on my head gives me rest. Thy hand is a sign of Thy bounteous providence. Remove not Thy shadow from my head. I am afflicted, afflicted, afflicted! Sleep has deserted my eyes through my longing for Thee, O Envy of cypresses!
~ MATHNAWI ~
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