Once, a rich man invited to dinner,
Some scholars of religious sciences.
He stood on the door of his banquet hall,
To receive his honoured guests.
He asked each of his guests-
A single question-
Are you the most qualified one?
He that should sit on the golden chair?
Each one, nodded his head with pride,
And said-I am that one.
He was perplexed and got upset,
Next time, he invited to his banquet,
The outcast faqirs of his city-
After a great persuasion,
They agreed to come
But, on one condition -
a simple dinner,
The rich man asked them-
The same question-
While standing on the entrance -
Who amongst you is the best?
He will be my Guest-of-honour,
Each of them replied:
The one who follows me,
Then came the last one, he said:
He who came first of all is the best.
The rich man got perplexed-
And urged the leader,
Please, let me know the mystery hidden,
In your reply to my question.
Kindly the leader said:
Vanity is the greatest sin- -
Each one of us is a drop of the same ocean,
A torchbearer of the same light- -
All sages are like the beads of the same rosary.
Mykoul
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