At last you've departed and gone to the Unseen.
How wonderful the way you left this world.
You opened your wings, broke out of your cage,
and took off for the world of the soul.
A favoured falcon, caged up by old woman world,
but when you heard the falcon drum, you escaped
to the rose garden
A love-sick Nightingale among owls,
when the scent of roses reached you, you flew
to the rose garden.
This tainted wine gave you a hangover,
but now you've gone to Eternity's tavern.
Like a well-aimed arrow, you sped from this bow
and flew straight for the target of bliss.
This spirit-snatching world tried to lead you
astray with false signs, but you ignored them;
instead, you left for the Signless.
Now you are the sun, what use is a crown?
Now you've gone from the middle, what need of
a belt?
I hear tales of those who gaze on the soulwith
blind eyes. Why soul-gaze when you are from
the Soul of souls?
O heart, what a rare bird you are! In your quest
for the Divine, you took off and flew straight
to the spearpoint like a shield.
The rose flees when autumn comes, but you--
O fearless rose - dallied in the autumn wind.
You fell like rain from heaven on this worldly roof,
and ran in all directions until you escaped down
the gutter.
Be silent, and thus free from the pain of speech,
Don't go to sleep, now that you're in the arms of
the Friend.
((D 3051:A2:395)) Rumi
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