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Hassan Bedreddin, clad in rags, ill-shod,

Sought the great temple of the living God.

The worshippers arose and drove him forth,

And one in power beat him with a rod.

"Allah," he cried, "thou seest what I got;

Thy servants bar me from the sacred spot."

"Be comforted," the Holy One replied;

"It is the only place where I am not."