Story 

  I never lamented about the vicissitudes of time or complained of the

turns of fortune except on the occasion when I was barefooted and

unable to procure slippers. But when I entered the great mosque of

Kufah with a sore heart and beheld a man without feet I offered thanks

to the bounty of God, consoled myself for my want of shoes and

recited:

        'A roast fowl is to the sight of a satiated man

        Less valuable than a blade of fresh grass on the table

        And to him who has no means nor power

        A burnt turnip is a roasted fowl.'