Rumi: When my bier moveth on the day of death, Think not my heart is in this world, Do not weep for me, and cry, ‘Woe! Woe!’ T

When my bier moveth on the day of death, Think not my heart is in this world, Do — Rumi

When my bier moveth on the day of death, Think not my heart is in this world, Do not weep for me, and cry, ‘Woe! Woe!’ Thou wilt fall in the devil’s snare; that is woe.

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