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You are your fate, your death, your life. Good will be joined to good, evil to evil. The echo shouts your secret from the mountain-tops, revealing only what you confided yourself.

But if you die your own death in this life, tearing yourself away from the world which is a demon on with the face of an angel, you will share eternal life.

He who remains a stranger in this world and wanders, restless as the moon at night, will find peace. Man is as lightning, born to die, not to seek permanence in the house of suffering. Do not settle down to rest here, where everything perishes; you will only regret it later.

The old man had spoken the truth. He reached home, but soon afterwards his strength failed, and his soul unfolded its wings. For two days it hovered, then, breaking its fetters, the heavenly bird took flight and found its resting-place at the throne of Truth, while the earth received what belonged to her.

I feel as if I had already been taken out of myself. Are we not both late? Is not our caravan on its way? Farewell, Farewell; never in this world shall we meet again."

Hold me fast. This hour will have to nourish me on my way; it must last for a long time. I too have tied my bundle in this world. Don't you feel that I am not so far from your own? I fade away, and your sufferings become mine. Never again will I set eyes on you. Farewell. The boat which is waiting for me will not return. Farewell! Where I am going, men wait for the resurrection. Farewell!

'O you, my dearest', replied the Sayyid, taking Majnun in his arms, 'you consume yourself in your grief, feeding on your own liver. You are my yoke, but also my crown... Let me then take leave of us both, of you and of myself. Look, our tears mingle and flow together; they will cleanse me, and in the cradle which is being prepared for my journey I shall have wonderful dreams.

My memory is blank, the gale has blown away all I possessed.... I am no longer the man I was, my father! If you ask me what happened, I cannot tell you, I don't remember. I know that you are my father and that I am your child. But I have even forgotten your name, I don't remember.'
I am lost in my own wilderness! I am drawn towards death—death is within me. If only you could forget that you ever had a son !

"You are my soul's life-giving breath. I am the obedient slave of your counsels, which enlighten my being, unravelling all knots. I have done everything to obey you, and know that I should follow your advice. Yet I cannot, my father! It is my fault! You strike your coins with the die of wisdom, mine is the die of love; it cannot be changed!

Oh my son! Be my companion for the few days which still remain: for me, night is falling. If today you turn away, tomorrow you will look for me in vain. I have to go and you must take over my task. Soon my sufferings will be ended, but you should be happy! Look, my sun is sinking, darkened by the haze of a long day. Dusk is waiting for me, my son—my soul is taking wing. Come then, come! Do not delay.