Immortal Liberty Poem by Ahmad al Safi al Najafi

When I die, cast me forth in the plain:
Sweet unto me there are both life and death.
Confine me not in the tomb:
Hateful unto me is prison, though I be dead.
If my corpse serve as nurture
For eagles and beasts of prey,
Then will I see my dismembered body journey forth
And bear me too in all directions.
O peerless voyage of my dead frame,
In life I was dead to you, unseeing.
EAch limb will traverse a separate sphere,
Oblivious of its severed fellows,
And when again they reunite,
Having travelled throughout creation,
Each will come and relate to me
The happenings it has seen.
Thous will I pass away, yet live again,
Bearing mysteries from the realm of death to life.
This truly is that resurrected life.
Promised to man after his decease.