Inspired by Sufi diwan poetry.
The nightingale would forget his song to the rose,
If he saw me walking in the garden.
If the Brahmin saw My face,
He would forget his idol.
Whoever would find Me,
Must look in My words;
For I am hidden in My words,
As the perfume in the petals of the flowers.
At first I read the title as “heartless”- which makes me think this would work well as an illustration of a First Age Lunar waiting for their mate to come home.