119 – Yaʿqūb ibn Muḥammad narrated to me: There was a man from Basra who, whenever he entered iḥrām (the state of consecration), refused to take shade. On one occasion he entered iḥrām and the sun scorched him. When people reproached him about that he replied, ⦗103⦘

For His sake I have braved the noonday blaze
So that I may rest beneath His shade
When every shade has shrunk on the Day of Resurrection;
While people’s souls will wander bewildered
And every eye will stare, transfixed.
Then, should someone cry, “If only I could be sent back to the world,”
— I had already roamed through it heedlessly.
Alas for me if all my striving proves fruitless,
And woe to me if my allotted share comes up short.