“4: O SON OF JUSTICE! Whither can a lover go but to the land of his…”
O SON OF JUSTICE! Whither can a lover go but to the land of his
beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from
his heart’s desire? To the true lover reunion is life,
and separation is death. His breast is void of patience
and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives
he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his
beloved.