Where those we love abide...

Tell me, gentle traveller, who hast wandered through the world,

and seen the sweetest roses blow, and brightest gliding rivers -

of all thine eyes have seen, which is the fairest land?

Child, shall I tell thee where Nature is most blest and fair?

It is where those we love abide.

Though that space be small, ample is it above kingdoms;

though it be a desert, through it runs the river of paradise,

and there are the enchanted bowers.

Ibn Ahmed Attar, 14th Century Persia