Beloved, in this life of mine, you were like that blind man who came to my door leaning on his walking stick.
Seeing him, moved by deep compassion, I let him into my house, gave him a place to sit and went inside to bring some food.
When I returned, the man was gone, and so was my wallet.
Breaking my trust, you gained so little, but trusting you, I won back many times more ...at such a small cost!