Those who have been detained half-way have been hindered by conjectures.
Who truly seeks will truly find Him, while the indolent can do neither.
For His slaves on their spiritual journey, He is the final destination.
The souls who do not recognize Him as Friend, who do not die to themselves to be raised again in Him,
The souls who did not live nor will die for His sake are utterly bereft and destitute.
Come, friends, let’s set out to reach the realm of the Beloved;
And let us see the rose of His beauty for a moment in light.
The world is pitiless and cruel, all around is fog and cloud;
It is but a loss and waste of time to stay here even for a short while.
We are travellers, and our home coming is with Him alone
What an honour to reach Him; and
Faith is the only means of arriving, this aim by His leave and grace.