Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers for your tomb;
And if I cannot eat my bread,
My fasts shall live like willows where you died.
Some one who hears the bugle neigh will know
How cold it is when sentries die by starlight.
1. Cairo 1326
Cloisters (khanqahs) of Darvishes
Built by aristocrats
Have silver rings on their doors