The true destination

The magnet in the wayfarer’s heart

Has lost all suction

To its true destination.

He keeps telling himself, “stay away

From the wine tavern.

Enter not

The house of gambling again!”

But his folly persists.

The magnet in his heart now takes him there

No matter how much he tries to resist its pull.

But the task is not to be on his best behaviour

In the caravanserai.

His true destination is the Palace he was headed to

All that time ago.

Why linger to tempt and test the self

With fleeting, shallow pleasures?

Pack the bare essentials

And set off with all resolve,

Back into the desert of love,

Towards the True Destination!