The prince of mankind (Mohammed SAWS) said truly that no one who has passed away from this world
Feels sorrow and regret for having died; nay, but he feels a hundred regrets for having missed the opportunity,
Saying to himself, “Why did I not make death my object- death which
Is the storehouse of all fortunes and riches,
And why, through seeing double, did I fasten my lifelong gaze upon
Those phantoms that that vanished at the fated hour?”
The grief of the dead is not on account of death; it is because they dwelt on the phenomenal form of existence.
And never perceived that all this foam is moved and fed by the Sea.
When the Sea has cast the foam-flake on the shore, go to the graveyard and behold them!
Say to them, “Where is your swirling onrush now?” and hear them answer
Mutely, “Ask this question of the Sea, not of us.”
How should the foam fly without the wave? How should
the dust rise to the zenith without the wind?
Since you have seen the dust, see the Wind; since you have seen
The foam, see the Ocean of Creative Energy.
Come, see it, for insight is the only thing in you that avails: the rest of you
Is a piece of fat and flesh, a woof and wrap (of bones and sinews).
Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!
One sight discerns but a yard or two of the road; another surveys the
Temporal and spiritual worlds and beholds the Face of their King.
Feels sorrow and regret for having died; nay, but he feels a hundred regrets for having missed the opportunity,
Saying to himself, “Why did I not make death my object- death which
Is the storehouse of all fortunes and riches,
And why, through seeing double, did I fasten my lifelong gaze upon
Those phantoms that that vanished at the fated hour?”
The grief of the dead is not on account of death; it is because they dwelt on the phenomenal form of existence.
And never perceived that all this foam is moved and fed by the Sea.
When the Sea has cast the foam-flake on the shore, go to the graveyard and behold them!
Say to them, “Where is your swirling onrush now?” and hear them answer
Mutely, “Ask this question of the Sea, not of us.”
How should the foam fly without the wave? How should
the dust rise to the zenith without the wind?
Since you have seen the dust, see the Wind; since you have seen
The foam, see the Ocean of Creative Energy.
Come, see it, for insight is the only thing in you that avails: the rest of you
Is a piece of fat and flesh, a woof and wrap (of bones and sinews).
Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!
One sight discerns but a yard or two of the road; another surveys the
Temporal and spiritual worlds and beholds the Face of their King.
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