O thou pilgrim to the Spot round which circle the Concourse on high! Unloose thy tongue and render thanks for the bounties, bestowals, and special favours that the heavenly Beauty hath conferred upon thee, for thou hast become a source of divine confirmations and a wellspring of divine assistance. Thou hast attained unto the bounty of kissing the ground of the sacred Precincts, and hast been invested with the honour of inhaling the life-giving fragrances and soul-stirring breezes that waft from that pure and holy Shrine. Thou hast blessed thy countenance and hair with the dust of that sacred Threshold, and hast brightened and illumined both thine outer and inner eye. Many a desert, mountain, wilderness, and sea didst thou traverse till thou didst reach thine ultimate goal, the habitation of the Beloved, and attain unto this immense bounty and abiding bliss. Were the people of the world to become apprised of this bounty and of this Holy Spot and its Lord, they would assuredly regard the dust from the sandals of the devoted pilgrims as a collyrium of insight and would reckon it to be the greatest of gifts in the world of creation. Glory be unto thee and unto every firm and steadfast pilgrim.