I was dead, I came alive; I was weeping, I became laughter; the reign of love came, and I became an everlasting reign.
مرده بدم زنده شدم گریه بدم خنده شدم / دولت عشق آمد و من دولت پاینده شدم
Morde bodem zinde şodem, girye bodem hande şodem / devlet-i aşk âmed u men devlet-i pâyende şodem.
Rumi, Divan-i Kabir, ghazal 1393 (Furuzanfar).
I was dead, I came alive.
I was weeping, I became laughter.
In every chapter of this book, something died.
In Love, the old self.
In Transience, time.
In Wisdom, knowing.
In Simplicity, clutter.
In Patience, resistance.
In Unity, separation.
In the Heart, the veil.
Here everything died.
And the reign of love came.
That is what remains.
Here death was not the last word.