Laden with my load of misdeeds, I move about in the garb of black garments. And the people see me and call a dervish.
My promise with my love, a long way to go and a muddy lane ahead. If I move I spoil my cloak; if I stay I break my word.
Drenched and smirched be the cloak; let God's cloud pour out all the waters: Go I must; I go to keep my word of love.
-- Baba Farid
