O Nazm, what can we say about our pilgrimage and circumambulation, for even in the Kaaba, we are searching for the palanquin of the beloved.

Here, Nazm shares a tender and almost guilt-ridden confession about the all-consuming nature of romance. Even during the sacred pilgrimage and circumambulation of the Kaaba, the lover's heart remains stubbornly tethered to earthly longing. Instead of seeking the divine, their eyes instinctively search the crowd for the beloved's palanquin (mahmil), showing how passion can make love itself feel like an involuntary religion.