I died from the mineral and became a plant,
I died from the plant,
and reappeared in an animal,
I died from the animal and became a man,
Wherefore then should I fear?
When did I grow less by dying?
Next time I shall die from the man,
That I may grow the wings of angels,
From the angels, too, Must I seek advance,
All things shall perish save HIS face,
Once more shall I wing my way above the angles,
I shall become that which entereth not the Imaginations.
Then let me become naught, naught for the harp string crieth unto me,
Verily unto HIM do we return!
[Jalai Al-Din]
