Eyes are blinding
A king is not the one who wears a crown
A king is not he who calls for peace and justice
Every creator of virtue is a king
Every man searching for rainy clouds is a king
In tranquil chaos a king lays naked in the rain
Thoughts like raindrops bombard his skull.
A king is a mustard seed that is smaller than other seeds
but when fully grown under rainy clouds
it emerges as larger than other garden plants
Bats are sensitive to light and rest under trees
Men are not equal and not all men are kings
Now let the kings slaughter each other and the bloodbath begin
Kill the king my brothers and sisters
Kill the king!
Thus spoke Ibn Rishdi.