Where the striving to see comes to an end, it becomes a haven of peaceful rest like that of Khizr; there, the true reward of guidance lies hidden within the fold of every glance.

The poet suggests that true spiritual direction is not found in an endless, restless search across the horizon. When the frantic struggle to behold finally ceases and gives way to inner stillness, that very peace becomes like the legendary guide Khizr's haven of comfort. The ultimate fruit of guidance was never waiting in the distance; it was always quietly resting in the fold of your own perception.