As a man is dying he tells the town judge to give all his inheritance to only one of his three sons – the one who is the laziest! There is a fascinating dialog between each of the three sons and the judge to find who is laziest — in the form of a somewhat long Rumi poem …
I share with you a segment – the judge’s encounter with the youngest :
The judge then asked the youngest brother,
“What if a man cannot be made to say anything?
How do you learn his hidden nature?”
”I sit in front of him in silence,
and set up a ladder made of patience,
and if in his presence a language from beyond joy
and beyond grief begins to pour from my chest,
I know that his soul is as deep and bright
as the star Canopus rising over Yemen.
And so when I start speaking a powerful right arm
of words sweeping down, I know him from what I say,
and how I say it, because there’s a window open
between us, mixing the night air of our beings.”
The youngest was, obviously,
the laziest. He won.
From The Essential Rumi, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne
Hālau 'Aha Hui Lānākila 