Think of the mercy and love of your Lord, It is but the departure for this blessed home While in this world, here we are granted sleep,ĭeath is but sleep, sleep that shall be prolongedīe not frightened when death draweth night, Think not that death is death, nay, it is life,Ī life that surpasses all we could dream of here, Your place of abode was no deweling place for me. I have passed on my way and you are left behind Place them all in the grave, let them be forgotten, ![]() Lay aside my cloak, it was but my outer garment. ![]() Let my house fall in ruins, lay my cage in the ground,Ĭast away the talisman, it is a token, no more Whatever was and is and all that is to be. I look upon "Loh-i-Mahfuz" and there in I read With no veil between, I see God face to face. Today I hold converse with the saints above, Now I live in truth, with the grave - clothes discarded. Until today I was dead, though alive in your midst. ![]() Whence I have now floron forth and it is left as a tokenĪnd prepared for me my place in the highest of the heaven, I am a pearl, which has left it's shell deserted, It was my abode and my garment for a time.įashioned of dust, which served me as a shrine, I am a spirit, and this is naught but flesh ![]() In the name of God, I tell you, it is not I, "Say to my friends, when they look upon me, deadĭo not believe that this corpse you see is myself Imam Ghazali woke up one early morning and as usual offered his prayers and then enquired what day it was, his younger brother, Ahmad Ghazali replied,"Monday." He asked him to bring his white shroud, kissed it, stretched himself full length and saying "Lord, I obey willingly," breathed his last.Īnd underneath his head rest they found the following verses composed by him, probably, during the night.
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