Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhīm (1145-1146 - c. 1221 / Nishapur)
In the Dead of night
In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.
He said, 'This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers.'
Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhī's Other Poems
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- Conference of the Birds
- Illahi Nama (Book of God)
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- Intoxicated by the Wine of Love
- Looking for your own face
- Mystic Silence
- The Triumph of the Soul
- Why was Adam
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