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  • “I am the friend of Khadir: I would have scattered a hundred treasures of munificence (over you), but ’twas not your appointed portion.” 3675
  • Comparing the daily thoughts that come into the heart with the new guests who from the beginning of the day alight in the house and behave with arrogance and ill-temper towards the master of the house; and concerning the merit of treating the guest with kindness and of suffering his haughty airs patiently.
  • Every day, too, at every moment a (different) thought comes, like an honoured guest, into thy bosom.
  • O (dear) soul, regard thought as a person, since (every) person derives his worth from thought and spirit.
  • If the thought of sorrow is waylaying (spoiling) joy, (yet) it is making preparations for joy.
  • It violently sweeps thy house clear of (all) else, in order that new joy from the source of good may enter in.
  • It scatters the yellow leaves from the bough of the heart, in order that incessant green leaves may grow. 3680
  • It uproots the old joy, in order that new delight may march in from the Beyond.
  • Sorrow pulls up the crooked rotten (root), in order that it may disclose the root that is veiled from sight.
  • Whatsoever (things) sorrow may cause to be shed from the heart or may take away (from it), assuredly it will bring better in exchange,
  • Especially for him who knows with certainty (intuitively) that sorrow is the servant of the possessors of (intuitive) certainty.