Thou Are So Knitted To Thy Soul, By Rumi Balkhi

Thou are so knitted to thy soul,
That but two days continueth,
It is not possible at all
To speak one word to thee of death.
The soul is seeking an abode;
Death is the sole abode thereof;
Yet, in the middle of the road,
Thy ass it sleeps, and will not move.

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