Al-Khayyam was sitting in a busy street, enjoying the freshness of the morning shade after a long long night of star gazing and wine drinking when the Vizir arrived, preceded by his guards, and followed by his court. As he passes by everyone bows down – everyone except Khayyam.
An outraged Vizir stopped in front of him: “Who are you to not pay your respect to the Vizir?”
Khayyam lifts up his heavy head to look straight into the eyes of the tall figure standing over him, and softly:
“Tell me. Who is more important than the Vizir?”
“The Sultan.”
“Who is more important than the Sultan?”
“And who is more important than God?”
“Vizir! This is who I am: No Body.”