How an inquirer managed to draw into conversation an eminent (saintly) man who had feigned to be mad.
A certain man was saying, “I want some one of intelligence, (that) I may consult him about a difficulty.”
One said to him, “In our city there is nobody of intelligence except yonder man who appears to be mad.
Look, there is (one named) so-and-so: mounted on a cane, he rides (it as a cock-horse) amongst the children.
He is possessed of judgment and (keen as) a spark of fire; he is as the sky in dignity, and as the stars in high estate.
His glory has become the (rational) soul of the Cherubim; he has become concealed in this (feigned) madness.”
But you must not account every madman a (rational) soul: do not, like Sámirí, lay down your head (in worship) to a calf.
When a manifest saint has declared unto you hundreds of thousands of unseen things and hidden mysteries,
And you have not had the (proper) understanding and knowledge, (so that) you have not distinguished dung from aloes-wood—
How, when the saint has made for himself a veil of madness, will you recognise him, O blind one?
If your eye of intuitive certainty is open, behold a (spiritual) captain under every stone.
To the eye that is open and (as) a guide, every dervish-cloak hath a Moses in its embrace.
’Tis only the saint (himself) that makes the saint known and makes fortunate whomsoever he will.
No one can recognise him by means of wisdom when he has feigned to be mad.
When a seeing thief steals from a blind man, can he at all detect (the identity of) the thief (who is) in the act of passing?
The blind man does not know who it was that robbed him, even though the wicked thief may knock against him.
When a dog bites a blind ragged mendicant, how should he recognise that ferocious dog?
