Guest guest Posted May 17, 2008 Report Share Posted May 17, 2008 DEATH When my coffin’s lowered on the day of my death, Don’t imagine my heart remains in this vale of tears, Don’t grieve or wear ashes for me, and cry woe, woe ! You’ll fall into Satan’s snare, that’s the real lament ! When you see my hearse, don’t think we’re parted, Union and true meeting are mine in that sacred hour. When you lower me in the grave don’t say farewell and good bye, The tomb is but a curtain hiding communion with heaven. After watching my burial, contemplate my resurrection ! Are Moon and Sun harmed by their daily settings? To you, in delusion, it seems like death and rebirth, Although the vault seems a prison, it’s the soul’s release! All seeds that descend into earth on fertile soil will grow, Why do you doubt about Adam’s divine seed? Every bucket lowered into the well comes out brimful, Does the soul of sweet Joseph complain about the depth? So close your mouth about this side and open it beyond, For in the placenessness of heaven you’ll sing a hymn of victory! From some versifications of Rumi's Mathnawi Alan Jacobs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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