Once when I was fussing with my hair in front of a looking glass,
my master walked by and said,
“Hafiz, why are you always fiddling with the idiot?”
You should starve him a day or two now and then.
Simply don’t look in a mirror.
Once a week I started abstaining from vanity. No mirror.
Then I went to twice a week, then four times.
Then a little bird started to build a nest in my beard
and let out melodious chants in the morning.
It was then I realized I was probably onto something big…
and began walking around looking very hopeful.