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.
- Jalaluddin Rumi -
translated by R.A Nicholson