If there were no craving of the stomach, no bird would enter the snare of the fowler; nay, he would not even set the snare.
Sages eat slow, devotees half satisfy their appetite, recluses only eat to preserve life, youths until the dishes are removed, old men till they begin to perspire, but qalandars till no room remains in the bowels for drawing breath and no food on the table for anybody.
A slave to constipation spends two sleepless nights, One night from repletion and another from distress.
