XIV
The Death of the Lover
For many, many years the Disciple worked in the Garden of the Beloved and learned the wisdom of Love from the Lover. Although he still had never actually seen the Beloved nor heard His voice, yet whenever the Beloved visited the Garden he beheld the wondrous light of Him and knew the ineffable joy of His presence.
Now the Lover had grown old and his eyes became dim from beholding the splendor of the Beloved and his body was almost consumed by the fire of his love, yet for the joy he had in the service of the Beloved he still did all the work that he was able in the Garden but as his powers failed more and more work of the Garden fell to the lot of the Disciple, whose frame had become so inured to toil and his strength so increased that he was able to perform all the tasks and had great joy in thus serving the Beloved.
One day the Lover called the Disciple and said, “Rejoice with me, my son, for today I go to the Beloved.”
The Disciple was sorry when he heard that the Lover was going to leave him, yet he rejoiced at the Lover’s happiness because he was going to the Beloved.
Then the Lover said, “Look after the Garden well for the Beloved’s sake, but I know that you will do this, and rejoice at the toils and torments with which the Beloved will try you, for I think that your hour is near.”
After saying this the Lover lay down to rest and on his lips was a smile of peace passing human understanding. So he went to the Beloved whose faithful Lover he was.
The Disciple wept for the love which he bore the Lover. He was ashamed of these selfish tears which he shed at the happiness of the Lover and taking up the body of the Lover, although it was but an empty shell, he buried it in the most beautiful part of the Garden, and looked after the Garden with even more care than before both for the love he bore the Lover and the love he bore the Beloved. From the words of the Lover he had great hope that he too would soon go to the Beloved, but in this he was mistaken.


