I saw a holy man on the seashore who had been
wounded by a tiger. No medicine could relieve his
pain; he suffered much but he nevertheless constantly
thanked God the most high, saying: ‘Praise be to God
that I have fallen into a calamity and not into sin.’
If that beloved Friend decrees me to be slain
I shall not say that moment that I grieve for life
Or say: What fault has thy slave committed?
My grief will be for having offended thee.
Sa'di
(Thanks to Rokko on the Meher Baba list serve for showing me this one)
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