O you who've gone on pilgrimage

O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
  where are you, where, oh where?
Here, here is the Beloved!
  Oh come now, come, oh come!
Your friend, he is your neighbor,
  he is next to your wall -
You, erring in the desert - 
  what air of love is this?
If you'd see the Beloved's
  form without any form -
You are the house, the master,
  You are the Kaaba, you! . . .
Where is a bunch of roses,
  if you would be this garden?
Where, one soul's pearly essence
  when you're the Sea of God?
That's true - and yet your troubles
  may turn to treasures rich -
How sad that you yourself veil
  the treasure that is yours!