In time of drought, the people appealed to Honi to pray on their behalf. He drew a circle, stood in the midst of it and prayed saying he would not step out of the circle until rain had fallen. The rain fell at once, hence his name Honi “ha-Meagel”, “the one who draws the circle ”
He wondered at the verse in the psalm, “When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like unto them that dream (Ps. 126: 1),” and he wondered how anyone could sleep for 70 years. One day, out in the field he saw a man planting a Harub tree, which only bears fruit after seventy years. Asked whether he expected to eat of the fruit the old man replied, “My forefather planted for me and I plant for the future.” Honi then went to sleep and slept for 70 years, protected by a hedge which had grown around him. When he woke up he saw a man plucking the fruit. It was the grandson. His she -ass had produced foals and many were grazing. He came back to town but only found his grandson, his son having died. Going to the College he heard his name mentioned but people refused to recognise him. He realised that he had slept for 70 years and prayed to God to take his life and God heard his prayer.