For the pilgrim, this life is a time of separation from the beloved. He sighs perpetually after reunion with his eternal friend. His complaint, in effect, in Rūmi’s words, is:

‘Murgh i bāgh i malakūtam, nayam az ’ālam i khāk…’—

‘I am a bird of God’s garden, I do not belong to this dusty world.

‘For a day or two they have locked me up in the cage of my body.

‘I did not come here of myself, how should I return of myself?

‘He who brought me must take me back again to my own country.’