Nasrudin, standing utterly absorbed in the market square, was
reciting an ode:
        ‘O my beloved!
        My whole inner being is so suffused with Thee
        That whatever presents itself to my sight
        Appears to be Thou!’
A wag shouted:
‘And what if a fool should come into your range of vision?’
Without pausing, as if it were a refrain, the Mulla carried on:
        ‘…It appears to be Thou!’