ABSTRACT
A C E R T A IN Sufi in quest of revelation was meditating mystic-wise in an orchard, his face resting on his chin* Presently he sank down deep into himself. An interfering busybody, supposing him to be asleep, cried out at him in
‘ Why are you slumbering? Consider rather the vines. Behold the trees, the Divine marks, the greens! Heed God’s command, “ So behold” ; turn your face towards these marks of God’s m ercy!’
