My beloved master used to feel pleased seeing my forehead. Adoring it, he used to put mark of consecration on it and ask me to see it.
My beloved then used to keep her soft hands on my forehead and with loving stories used to please me-the arrogant one.
I used to run away saying No! No! and chasing me, he used to hug me very lovingly resting my forehead on his chest.
But now on separation, I lament and cry with the same forehead, but my beloved master does not even appear in my dreams. (576)