Where was it born,
  this fire-bird's song,
  this diamond thread,
  spanning lifetimes?

A great turning wheel,
  eternal change,
  this love-journey,
  returning to you.

Nearly dead from exhaustion,
  hallucinating with thirst,
You can barely remember the face of the Beloved.
Don't give up now, not ever!

For this love-work is the only labour
  worthy of we pilgrims.