The caravan has been robbed in wilderness and the destination is far; the coast of this desolation that is this dry ocean is far.

My fellow travelers became victims of the robbers’ dagger; the remaining ones turned back to Makkah in frustration.

How willingly this young man from Bukhara gave his life! In the poison of death he has found the taste of life!

The robber’s dagger was the Eid’s crescent to him. ‘Ah Yathrib’ was within heart, Tawhid’s slogan was on the lips.

Fear says, ‘Do not travel alone towards Yathrib’; Longing says, ‘You are a Muslim, travel fearlessly’.

Would I return to Makkah without paying homage? Would I not appear confidently before Lovers on the Judgment Day?

The traveler through Hijaz’ wilderness has no fear for life; this secret is hidden in the emigration of the Holy Prophet.

Thought safety is in the companionship of the Syrian litter.* Pleasure of Love is in the heart-breaking affliction of danger. (Allusion to the custom of a State caravan proceeding from Damascus in Syria to Makkah Mu’azzamah for Haj in which safety was ensured.)

Ah! How clever this timid Intellect is! And the brave man’s feeling how fearless is!