Like my father Yazid al-Bistami, the lamp made him feel lonely one night, and he was in a state of piety. He said to his friends, “I find loneliness in the lamp.” They said, “O our master, we borrowed a bottle from the grocer to pour the oil into it once, so we poured it into it twice.” He said, “They recognized the grocer and satisfied him.” So they did so, and the loneliness disappeared. And he, may God be pleased with him, was in a state when it was time to be stripped. And not saving. One day, he said to his friends, “I lost my heart.” They searched for the house and found grape hangers in it. Then he said, “He returned to our house, the grocers’ house.” So they gave him alms, and he found his heart.