"Who's there?" he shouts, afraid.
"A friend," a voice replies. "I've lost my camel."
Hearing this sends the king into a rage. This is ridulous.
"You fool!" he says. "What are you doing, looking for a camel on the roof?"
"You fool!" the voice replies. "What are you doing looking for God while you wear silk pajamas and sleep in a bed made of solid gold?"
These simple words fill the king's heart with dread. He rises from his bed, and that night renounces his kingship. He sells everything he owns and gives the money to the poor. From that day until his death he lives as a pauper in the slums, searching for God among the destitute.