He, who has got a glimpse of your pure beauty, does not feel sad with the ugly picture of this world.
He, who has caught a word of your ethereal voice, does not feel distracted with the buzzing noise of this world.
He, who has had a touch of the warmth of your love, does not feel frozen with the chilly winds of this world.
And he, who has reveled in the realm of your knowledge, does not feel stagnated with the onrush of problems of this world—for him, it’s only a passing cloud.