2. ‘Ārif’s last journey was from Lārenda to Aq-Serāy (on the road to Qonya). In the latter place he remained about ten days; when, one night, he laid his head on his pillow, and wept bitterly, continuously moaning and sobbing in his sleep. In the morning his friends inquired the cause. He said he had seen a strange dream. He was seated in a vaulted chamber, with windows looking on to a garden as beautiful as paradise, with all kinds of flowering shrubs and fruit-bearing trees, beneath the shade of which the youths and maidens of heaven were walking and disporting themselves. Melodious voices were also heard. In one direction he noticed a flower-garden, and there he saw his grandfather, Jelālu-’d-Dīn. He wondered at his appearance; when lo, Jelāl looked towards him, and beckoned him to approach. On his drawing near, Jelāl asked him what had brought him there; and then added: “The time is come; the end of thy term. Thou must come to me.” It was from joy and delight at this kind invitation of his grandfather, that ‘Ārif had wept and sobbed. He then said: “It is time for me to make my journey to heaven,--to drink of the cup of God’s might.” Two days later, they continued their journey towards Qonya, and ‘Ārif showed some slight symptoms of indisposition. These daily grew more severe. He reached Qonya. One morning he came out of his house, and stood in the gateway of his great-grandfather’s mausoleum, silent, in the midst of his disciples. It was Friday, the last day of the month of Zū-’l-Qa’da, A.H. 719 (13th January, A.D. 1320). The orb of the sun rose like a disk of gold, careering over the azure vault from an impulse given to it by the bat of God’s decree. It attained the altitude of a lance-length. ‘Ārif contemplated it, and smiled. Shortly afterwards, he spoke as follows:— “I am tired of this lower world, and have no wish to remain beneath the sun, surrounded with dust and misery. The time is come for me to trample on the stars that encircle the pole, mounting beyond the sun, to occupy myself with the mysteries of the heavenly choir, and to be entirely delivered from the instabilities of this world of change.” His disciples burst into tears, and he continued-- “There is no remedy hereto, but to die. During life, my pleasure has been to journey and wander about, in outward space, and in inward self-exploration. For idle spirits come into the world of material forms to contemplate the marvels of the horizons, and the wonders of men’s minds,--to acquire knowledge, and attain to certainty. Through the gravity of the body I have been impeded in the investigation, and I shall not be able to travel again. Let me, then, wend my way to the future state, for here below I have no real companion. My only anxiety is, to be with my father and grandfather. How long shall I be severed from them in this world of suffering? I long to behold my grandfather, and I will certainly depart.”