The moment I let frenzy take over my troubled head, a cry of 'Bismillah' arose from the tongue of the thorns, as if welcoming my coming wounds.

The poet paints a striking, vivid picture of reckless passion here. The moment frenzy overtook his troubled mind and he stepped toward the desert of love, the thorns themselves cried out 'Bismillah', just as one does before a sacred feast or sacrifice. It is as if the wilderness had been eagerly waiting to taste his devotion, welcoming his suffering with open arms.