Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Ode 911 - Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

On the day I die, when I'm being
carried toward the grave, don't weep.
Don't say, ‘He's gone! He's gone!'
Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets and the moon sets,
but they're not gone. Death
is a coming together.
The tomb looks like a prison,
but it's really release
into Union.
The human seed goes down in the ground
like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.
It grows and comes up full
of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here
and immediately opens
with a shout of joy there.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013


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