Nasheva heard Mawlana Jalaluddin’s final words reverberating in the horizon of her heart:
“I have revealed to you the secrets of my heart,
I have given to you the whispers of my soul,
What was whispered by my soul in tears shall be spoken by eternity in joy
Like the earth trusts the sun and the sun never fail, I trust you and you shall not fail.
You are the pearl of my heart.
As the pearl never upsets the ocean, you shall not upset the Egyptians.”
“Thank you, Mawlana,” Nasheva replied. “This humble servant of yours shall endeavor not to disappoint.”
Mawlana Jalaluddin nodded.
The light that was encircling them gradually dispersed and vanished. Nasheva watched Mawlana Jalaluddin leave the front yard. He slowly made his way to Shalahuddin Zarkub’s house. The place, which was not far from his residence, owed much of its mysterious melancholy to the fact that it housed the room where he often performed his retreats with Shams. It was a haven where they used to be intoxicated in the infinite realm of mystical love. This was a long time ago, when Shams was still alive, when they were recurrently in trance, drowning in the ocean of spiritual ecstasy. Now Jalaluddin was walking towards the ocean; he was going to plunge into it. This time on his own.
But who says he was going by himself? What the naked eyes saw was one body entering the room. Yet in reality, two divine lovers, one alive and the other one dead, were about to have a reunion. They were going to whirl, from the earth to reach the celestial.
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