When the people heard Majnun raving about Layla's beauty, they laughed.
"She's attractive, to be sure," they said, "but there are thousands of ravishing women in the city who are far more beautiful than she is."
"You understand nothing," Majnun replied. "The outward form is just the pitcher. God has poured wine for me from that pitcher, and I am drunk on her beauty. For you, he pours forth nothing but vinegar. God can pour forth honey or poison from the same pitcher. You can see the pitcher from the outside, but you do not know what is hidden inside."
Inspired by: The English prose version of Rumi in More Tales from the Masnavi by A. J. Arberry.
Notes: This is story 158 in the book.
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