Oh my beloved...
I am so consumed, so fragmented...
Nevertheless, I have to start my true Hijjra now...
To reach me or I or you...
I need to cross the Sahara alone...
To reach to no bird has ever flown...
Where wind has never blown...
To the depths of now! or then!
Away from the eyes of women and men...

When I return I will deserve
to touch your heart with a nerve
and move the stone from the door of thy cave...

When I return no more shall I be a slave
to things that seemed to be so grave...
and from then onward I shall be brave
to say Yes when I must say Yes
and to say No when I must say No...

But to make the Yes marry the No I will say:
Yes to Love and No to hate!
and my heart shall be the bait
for your heart to catch
so do not swim away with a splash...