It is night
Nasrudin walks
in the moonlight
He hears horses
Thieves! Murderers!
thinks Nasrudin
and jumps over the wall
and hides in an open, unused grave
The horsemen stop;
they have seen
a man jump into the grave
and they are concerned:
*Are you all right, Sir?
Why are you in the grave?*
And Nasrudin answers as quickly:
*Why am I in the grave?
That depends on your worldview.
I am here because of you
and you are here because of me!*
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 3:47 AM UTC
It is night
Nasrudin walks
in the moonlight
He hears horses
Thieves! Murderers!
thinks Nasrudin
and jumps over the wall
and hides in an open, unused grave
The horsemen stop;
they have seen
a man jump into the grave
and they are concerned:
*Are you all right, Sir?
Why are you in the grave?*
And Nasrudin answers as quickly:
*Why am I in the grave?
That depends on your worldview.
I am here because of you
and you are here because of me!*
...now...I need to ride away on my own donkey, till mid-Oct...but these stories of Nasrudin demand to be told...I hope I can go just after this story, and not be compelled to tell yet another...
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