One day when Nasreddin was having
a bath, he began to sing. The bathroom was small
and had a stone floor, so his song was very beautiful, he thought.
‘Oh...’, he said, ‘I sing very well. I
will sing to other people too, and perhaps I will become a famous singer, and
everybody in the world will want to hear me.’
So after his bath Nasreddin went
up on to the flat roof of the house and began to sing his song very loudly. But
he did not like it very much when he sang it there.
A man was walking across the
square in front of the house, and when he heard Nasreddin, he said, ‘What are you doing ? You are making a terrible
noise. Nobody wants to hear it.’
‘Oh,
you think so, do you ?’ answered Nasreddin. ‘Well, I really sing
very beautifully. Come to my bathroom and you will hear me.’