Entering the Street of the Friend

I have found entry into the street of the Friend;
Indeed I now have something to live for and to die for.
An Urdu Verse

The play of a fountain of water is beautiful to those that watch it. It splashes; its drops reach further and further, and birds may come and bathe in it. But it is not creative; it is devoid of the depth that water always seeks, and it will soon dry up, as it is connected with no deep and abiding source of water.