When the lover travels to meet his beloved, his armies accompany him.
Love was at the forefront of the army.
Hope urged the camels onward.
Longing drove them.
Fear kept them on the road.
When they neared the arrival of the land of meeting, offerings came forth to greet the beloved.
Cure an ailment with the body you are destroying... and cool down a flame with the heart you are igniting.
Do not leave me to my weak patience across the distance of lands.
You will find his heart as he has sent it hurriedly to meet you, and longing precedes it.
When he meets the beloved, gifts are poured upon him from all sides.
To test whether he finds contentment with them as his portion.
Or will he turn towards the giver of these clothes.
They filled the vessels of hearts with goods that can only be spent on the King.
When the winds of dawn blew, those vessels set sail.
The dawn had not broken before they were at the port.
They crossed the desert of passion on the feet of earnestness.
It was only a little while until they returned from the journey.
It gave them rest on the path of arrival.
They entered the land of connection and gained the profit of eternity.
