Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi

Go and die, go and die, for this love go and die

When in this love you die you will let spirits fly.

Go and die, go and die, fear no death, don’t be shy

When in this dust you lie your spirit will soar up high.

Go and die, go and die, let this existence pass by

This existence is your tie and prisoners you and I.

With an axe cut the tie and this, your prison, defy

When your chains you untie with kings, identify.

Go and die, go and die, the handsome king satisfy

For the Lord when you die your glories multiply.

Go and die, go and die, like the tearful clouds, cry

When the cloud has run dry you are the light of the eye.

Silence try, silence try as close as you get to die

All your life, you apply your sigh and silence deny.