He freed his captive, and how many captives he released from his family. He saved him until his joy was complete, and until a freedman he had created was freed. Were it not for piety, I would say his power is immense. And indeed, I have witnessed that when the poor become rich, they become expansive, and the weak When they become wealthy, their sight returns to them, and they become healthy and accepted. This is because I saw in Sūta A man who was a beggar, with a limp. He was a servant at the door of Yūsuf Pasha, the ruler of Tripoli of the West. He had the best eyes, with a pale complexion, tears streaming down, and his stomach rumbling. He remained like that until his ruler appointed him over the province of Fara. His ailment was cured, his weakness vanished, his pain disappeared, and his tears stopped. He was the most noble of his time and the most distinguished of his people. I said, "The learned have illnesses, But the poor see them as humiliation, destitution, and misery. They are accused because of their meager livelihood and lack of comfort. Their bodies are emaciated, and wealth is not like that. Yes, even if they have worries, But they are of another kind." Poetry: And whoever finds the world to be something that pleases him, Will, by my life, soon blame it. When it turns away, it is for ease; when it turns towards him, it is full of worries. But wealth, when it is generous, reaches its goal. And from this is what was narrated Of the long poem: That on