When on death's day my funeral
Sets forth upon its way,
Oh dream not thou his heart
Here in this world doth stay
Let no tears fall, nopr sadly cry
"Alas! for he is dead."
And would that be, if thou should'st trip
Where devil's trap is spread.
When thou upon my corpse dost gaze.
Weep not, "He's gone, he's gone."
For me Will come at-one--ment then
Ecstatic union.
Bid no "farewell, farewell" to me
As in the tomb i'm laid.
Death is but the veil that hides
Where two as one are made.
- Rumi
Sets forth upon its way,
Oh dream not thou his heart
Here in this world doth stay
Let no tears fall, nopr sadly cry
"Alas! for he is dead."
And would that be, if thou should'st trip
Where devil's trap is spread.
When thou upon my corpse dost gaze.
Weep not, "He's gone, he's gone."
For me Will come at-one--ment then
Ecstatic union.
Bid no "farewell, farewell" to me
As in the tomb i'm laid.
Death is but the veil that hides
Where two as one are made.
- Rumi
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