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THE TRUE SUFI

                                    “Purity of heart;

                                                 not the lust perverse” 

What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart;

Not the patched mantle and the lust perverse

Of those vile earth-bound men who steal his name.

He in all dregs discerns the essence pure:

In hardship ease, in tribulation joy.

The phantom sentries, who with batons drawn

       Guard Beauty’s place-gate and curtained bower,

Give way before him, unafraid he passes,

And showing the King’s arrow, enters in.

        The Carnal souls’ food

        is seeds of evil;

        Sow them, and they

        grow and grow 

                irresistibly.