Transmigration Of Soul Poem by Amir Khosro Alai

I passed through solid and rose as plant,
Emerged as animal when I died off plant,

When died as animal, I became a man,
What fears me did by dying I degraded than?

When I die as man, hence once again,
I'll grew wings of angels, never refrain,

Yet, no one is but God in immortal mood,
I should leave it; angels do not live for good,

Once more I flee the angel's abide,
To be where illusions never reside,

Thus I will die and die to be,
Return to God; melodiously He tells to me,