Rumi's Masnavi - When he had played a long while and (then), weeping, laid his head down: he made the harp his pillow and dropped on a tomb.

When he had played a long while and (then), weeping, laid his head down: he made the harp his pillow and dropped on a tomb.

چون که زد بسیار و گریان سر نهاد ** چنگ بالین کرد و بر گوری فتاد

Sleep overtook him: the bird, his soul, escaped from captivity, it let harp and harper go and darted away.

خواب بردش مرغ جانش از حبس رست ** چنگ و چنگی را رها کرد و بجست‌‌

It became freed from the body and the pain of this world in the simple (purely spiritual) world and the vast region of the soul. 2090

گشت آزاد از تن و رنج جهان ** در جهان ساده و صحرای جان‌‌

There his soul was singing what had befallen (it), saying, “If they would but let me stay here,

جان او آن جا سرایان ماجرا ** کاندر اینجا گر بماندندی مرا

Happy would be my soul in this garden and springtide, drunken with this (far stretching) plain and mystic anemone-field.

خوش بدی جانم در این باغ و بهار ** مست این صحرا و غیبی لاله‌‌زار

Without wing or foot I would be journeying, without lip or tooth I would be eating sugar.

بی‌‌پر و بی‌‌پا سفر می‌‌کردمی ** بی‌‌لب و دندان شکر می‌‌خوردمی‌‌

With a memory and thought free from brain-sickness, I would frolic with the dwellers in Heaven.

ذکر و فکری فارغ از رنج دماغ ** کردمی با ساکنان چرخ لاغ‌‌

With eye shut I would be seeing a (whole) world, without a hand I would be gathering roses and basil.” 2095

چشم بسته عالمی می‌‌دیدمی ** ورد و ریحان بی‌‌کفی می‌‌چیدمی‌‌

The water-bird (his soul) was plunged in a sea of honey— the fountain of Job, to drink and wash in,

مرغ آبی غرق دریای عسل ** عین ایوبی شراب و مغتسل‌‌

Whereby Job, from his feet to the crown of his head, was purged of afflictions (and made pure) like the light of the sunrise.

که بدو ایوب از پا تا به فرق ** پاک شد از رنجها چون نور شرق‌‌