Death
This Rumi poem turns to the a woman facing death:
بمیرید بمیرید در این عشق بمیرید
در این عشق چو مردید همه روح پذیرید
بمیرید بمیرید و زین مرگ مترسید
کز این خاک برآیید سماوات بگیرید
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Die, die in this love
When you die in this love
You become life itself
Die, die in this love
Cut these chains that enslave you
For heaven and earth are here to
bow to your majesty
Die, die in this love
Become the radiant moon,
parting the clouds of this and that
This death will gift you with silence
And in silence you merge with
the heartbeat of the unknown
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