When I die, when my coffin is carried out,
You must never think, I am missing this world,
Do not shed any tears, do not lament or feel sorry,
I am not falling into a monster’s abyss,
When you see my corpse carried out,
Do not cry for my leaving, as I am not leaving,
I am arriving at eternal love,
When you leave me in the grave,
Do not say goodbye, remember a grave is only a curtain,
For the paradise behind,
you will 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 even seen a seed, planted in earth,
Not rise with new life? why should you doubt the rise,
Of a seed named human,
Have you ever seen, a bucket lowered into a well,
Come 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,
You words and soul, will belong to the world,
Of no place and no time.
Mevlana Jalal ud-Din Mohammad Rumi
September 30, 1207 – December 17, 1273