Those persons (who were interrogated as above on the day of the covenant) enquire smilingly as to where the Beloved’s hand (holding the spear) is, so that they may offer themselves for sacrifice. They do not flinch a bit under the Beloved’s spear. In fact they come there for death with high heads without the least compunction (or fear). To those who hold acceptance of their life’s sacrifice by the Beloved as a matter of favour to them, death actually means an audience with the Beloved.
گر مرگ رسد چرا ہراسم
کآں راہ تست می شناسم
(Roomi)
If death comes, why should I be afraid? On the contrary I take it as a means to reach you.

With smile on lips, lovers ask where lies Beloved's hand?
From love's spear, they shift themselves not.
With heads raised high before death they march
Sacrifice for them is love, death is union with God.

They humbly ask where is beloved spear holding hand?
They never stay aside when they confront the spear of love.
The lovers come proudly to face the death,
Death is union with beloved for those whose wont is to die in love.