A poet paid a visit to a doctor, and said: "Something has become knotted in my heart which makes me uncomfortable; it makes also my limbs wither, and causes the hairs on my body to stand on end." The physician, who was a shrewd man, asked: "Very likely thou has not yet recited to any one thy latest verses." The poet replied: "Just so." The doctor continued: "Then recite them." He complied, was requested to repeat them, and again to rehearse them for the third time. After he had done so, the doctor said: "Now arise, for thou art saved. This poetry had become knotted in thy heart, and the dryness of it took effect upon the outside; but, as thou hast relieved thy heart, thou art cured." [Footnote 1: There is a clever play on the author's name, which also means a _goblet_.] [Footnote 2: The seventh degree of the Súfís.] [Footnote 3: The fifth degree of the Súfís.] [Footnote 4: In the Persian, _without a shield_.] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Jámí, by Frederick Hadland Davis and Nur-addín 'Abd-alrahmán Jámí