A rose grew in the wild. One day, a woman passed by and was captured by the beauty of the rose. She did not pick it — she knew that if she were to pluck it from the ground, its beauty would be halved. The woman went back to town and told her friends about this rose. Word went around to a man who was enamored of the woman, so infatuated was he that what he did was to pitch a tent there — leaving the whole world behind — to sleep behind the rose. He slept there for forty days and nights, eating nothing but wild berries and drinking from a nearby stream. Every day, he washed himself and his clothes in the stream, shaving his face. The woman, when she went back to the rose, saw the tent there now. She walked up to it, opened the flap, and she fell in love with the man at first sight.