From the Bustan A drop of rain trickled from a cloud into the ocean. When it beheld the breadth of its waters it was utterly confounded: "What a place is this Sea, and what am I? If it is existent, verily I am non-existent." Whilst it was thus regarding itself with the eye of contempt, an oyster received and cherished it in its bosom. Fortune preferred it to a place of honor; for it became a renowned royal Pearl. Because it was humble, it found exaltation: it knocked at the door of Nonentity that it might arise into Being.
- Saadi