Uninterpreted and partially translated fragments from Baba Bektashi:
When the soul hears its song, it stones the gypsy.
The dancers leave, the holy return.
A cradle falls, a killer dies.
Doubly love the Sultan as his reign may be short.
Egoist, permit no problems in your world; saint, no solutions.
If you have seen it all before, you are blind; if you have heard it, you are deaf. As for knowing...
A dervish can fart.
-Hank
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