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They - those who didn't know -

Stoned me for speaking the truth;

I felt no pain:

and kept smiling:

Until They - those who knew what I was saying -

Joined the ignorant and insolent:

And to please them,

threw flowers at me and it was something,

I was not expecting -

And fell, hurt and mocked;

my friend too was among them,

Like Shibli* the mystic of Egypt,

at Hallaj* pelting...

My experience with truth,

became "an illusion":

I am compelled to ask,

Does

it

matter

even if

anybody knows?