Iqbal is watching sunrise in a desert of Palestine.
Tracks have been left behind by those who went ahead to the City of the Prophet. The voice of Gabriel tells the Poet that he may not go any further.
Living in an old world has become a torment for him because his inner experiences are unique.
The Poet addresses the Prophet and says, “Give my heart no time to agitate. Add a curl or two to your tress!”
“Darkness has covered the world since the sun has set down,” the Poet continues. “Renew this age by revealing your beauty to all.”
Separation suites a yearning heart better than union, for separation feeds the longing while union kills it.