Shirin heard from the blowing of the wind, from the running of the water, from rocks, from trees, the voice of Farhad, calling, "Shirin, Shirin." The whole atmosphere of the place held her soul with the magnetism of love that Farhad had created all around. She fell down, struck by the great loss that her loving heart could no longer sustain, crying, "Farhad, I am coming too, to be with you."