When I Die

When my coffin is being taken out
You must never think
I am missing this world

Don’t shed any tears,
Don’t lament or feel sorry
I’m not falling into a monster’s abyss

When you see my corpse is being carried
Don’t cry for my leaving
I’m not leaving
Im arriving at eternal love

When you leave me in the grave
Don’t say goodbye
Remember a grave is only a curtain
for the paradise behind

You’ll only see me descending into a grave
Now watch me rise how can there be an end
When the sun sets or the moon goes down

It looks like the end, it seems like a sunset
But in reality it is a dawn
When the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth
Not rise with a new life?
Why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well
Coming back empty
Why lament for a soul when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

When for the last time you close your mouth
your words and soul will belong to the world of
no place no time



RUMI —  ghazal number 911,
translated May 18, 1992,
by Nader Khalili.


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