Moses saw a shephard on the way, craving, `O Lord, where art Thou, that I may serve Thee and sew Thy shoes and comb Thy hair? That I may wash Thy clothes and kill Thy lice and bring milk Thee, O Worshipful One.'
On hearing these foolish words, Moses said: `Man, to whom are you speaking? What babble. What blasphemy and raving! Stuff some cotton into your mouth! .. The High God is not in want of such like service!'
The shepherd rent his garment, heaved a sigh, and took his way to wilderness. Then came to Moses a revelation `Thou hast parted My servant from Me.. I have bestowed on everyone a particular mode of worship; I have given everyone a peculiar form of expression. The idiom of Hindustan is excellent for Hindus, the idiom of Sind is excellent for the people of Sind...'
by Rumi in R. A. Nicholson's "Rumi, Poet and Mystic", London 1950
O mother! [br]The air is that light thing [br]that moves around your head [br]and becomes clearer when you laugh