Die with love
To wake up in the morning is an example of Resurrection in Day of Judgement:"The blast of the trumpet is the command from the Holy God, namely, 'O children (of Adam), lift up your heads from the grave.' (Then) everyone's soul will return to its body, just as consciousness returns to the (awakened) body at dawn.At daybreak the soul recognises its own body and re-enters its own ruin, like treasures (hidden in waste places).It recognises its own body and goes into it: how should the, soul of the goldsmith go to the tailor?The soul of the scholar runs to the scholar, the spirit of the tyrant runs to the tyrant;The foot knows its own shoe in the dark: how should not the soul know its own body. 0 worshipful one?Dawn is the little resurrection: O seeker of refuge (with God), judge from it what the greater resurrection will be like.Our sleep and waking arc two witnesses which attest to us the significance of death and resurrection.The lesser resurrection has shown forth the greater resurrection; the lesser death has illumined the great death." (Mesnevi, V/1781-96).Since we are experiencing a kind of death by sleeping and waking, then we must take lessons from this and must prepare ourselves to meet death:"Beware, O you who regard death! Surpass one another (in dread of death)! Quick, O you who regard the Resurrection! Vie ye with each other in hastening.Whosoever deems it (death) to be (lovely as) Joseph gives up his soul in ransom for it: whosoever deems it to be (like) the wolf turns back from (the path of) right guidance.Everyone's death is of the same quality as himself, (my lad): to the enemy (of God) an enemy, and to the friend (of God) a friend.In the eyes of the Turcoman the mirror has a fair colour; similarly in the eyes of the Ethiopian the mirror is (dark as) an Ethiopian.Your fear of death in fleeing (from it) is (really) your fear of yourself. Take heed, O (dear) soul!This is your (own) ugly face, not the visage of Death: your spirit is like the tree, and death (is like) the leaf.It has grown from you, whether it is good or evil: every hidden thought of yours, foul or fair, is (born) from yourself." <>
To wake up in the morning is an example of Resurrection in Day of Judgement:"The blast of the trumpet is the command from the Holy God, namely, 'O children (of Adam), lift up your heads from the grave.' (Then) everyone's soul will return to its body, just as consciousness returns to the (awakened) body at dawn.At daybreak the soul recognises its own body and re-enters its own ruin, like treasures (hidden in waste places).It recognises its own body and goes into it: how should the, soul of the goldsmith go to the tailor?The soul of the scholar runs to the scholar, the spirit of the tyrant runs to the tyrant;The foot knows its own shoe in the dark: how should not the soul know its own body. 0 worshipful one?Dawn is the little resurrection: O seeker of refuge (with God), judge from it what the greater resurrection will be like.Our sleep and waking arc two witnesses which attest to us the significance of death and resurrection.The lesser resurrection has shown forth the greater resurrection; the lesser death has illumined the great death." (Mesnevi, V/1781-96).Since we are experiencing a kind of death by sleeping and waking, then we must take lessons from this and must prepare ourselves to meet death:"Beware, O you who regard death! Surpass one another (in dread of death)! Quick, O you who regard the Resurrection! Vie ye with each other in hastening.Whosoever deems it (death) to be (lovely as) Joseph gives up his soul in ransom for it: whosoever deems it to be (like) the wolf turns back from (the path of) right guidance.Everyone's death is of the same quality as himself, (my lad): to the enemy (of God) an enemy, and to the friend (of God) a friend.In the eyes of the Turcoman the mirror has a fair colour; similarly in the eyes of the Ethiopian the mirror is (dark as) an Ethiopian.Your fear of death in fleeing (from it) is (really) your fear of yourself. Take heed, O (dear) soul!This is your (own) ugly face, not the visage of Death: your spirit is like the tree, and death (is like) the leaf.It has grown from you, whether it is good or evil: every hidden thought of yours, foul or fair, is (born) from yourself." <>
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