Ghazal No. 7

You are a breeze that comes from the land of the beloved, carrying sweet greetings and the scent of affection. You point toward my journey to the valley of my longing, and you incline toward my leaning toward the land I have chosen. It carried its trusts, reached its station, then returned to its source and turned back to come home again. I told it: the way I return to them, my yearning for it is like my yearning for paradise. O breeze, my beloved's threshold surpasses all others in justice, fairness, and wisdom. So carry my greeting from me to them: peace be upon you, a peace both safe and faithful. I am the best of the pure sons of the sea; I will hasten to you like one racing to fulfill a sacred vow. With my soul, my body, my heart, and all of me, I go to the dwelling of my loved ones, my passion, and my longing.