The True Sufi

What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart; Not the patched mantle and the lust perverse Of those vile earth-bound men who steal his name. He in all dregs discerns the essence pure: In hardship ease, in tribulation joy. The phantom sentries, who with batons drawn Guard Beauty’s place-gate and curtained bower, Give way before him, unafraid he passes, And showing the King’s arrow, enters in.