David was weaving a coat of mail.
Luqman saw the rings
and wondered.
He did not ask.

A little later the mail was finished.
David put it on.
The question answered itself.

Here Rumi likens patience
to alchemy.
There are hundreds of thousands of elixirs,
none like it.

Patience does not change what comes into your hands.
It changes the one who holds it.

It takes a lifetime.
In the end very little
is left to ask.