It happened once upon a time that a certain dervish came upon a man of business seated in front of the smoking ruins of a building, weeping.

“Why do you weep?” the dervish asked.

“Do you not see?” the man replied. “This building was my fortune. All my life I worked, meeting defeat after defeat, and only a week ago a caravan arrived finally bringing me immense wealth. My efforts were at last rewarded. But I stored the treasure in this warehouse, which now has been destroyed by fire. All my wealth is ashes.” And tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting his beard.

“Your tears are wasted,” the dervish replied. “The love of wealth will always bring sorrow. If you could weep such tears for the love of God, He would reward you with Himself – a treasure that is beyond measure.”