Since the dawn of eternity, I have been among those who sing your praises; the nightingale of Sidra (Gabriel) taught me the art of lamentation.

In this striking verse, the poet traces his voice and devotion all the way back to the dawn of creation, long before the material universe existed. He sees himself as a destined worshipper of the Beloved, having learned the art of passionate longing directly from the celestial nightingale of Heaven's farthest boundary. It is an exquisite reminder that the poet's sorrow is not an ordinary heartbreak, but a sacred, eternal melody woven into his very soul.