A sign of our true goal (or Beloved) is found in everything; otherwise, we do not desire or seek anything else in this world.
The poet shares a tender, mystical truth here: our desire for anything in this world is not for the object itself, but for the divine imprint or true Beloved reflected within it. Every flower, beauty, or wonder is simply a doorway or a clue pointing toward the ultimate reality. Were it not for that glimpse of the eternal, our hearts would remain entirely indifferent to worldly allure.
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