This song is part of the Poetry Club ⁠Rumi Poetry Collaboration, a collaboration with world-renowned poet, translator, and Suno creator Jonathan Star (https://suno.com/@jsomusica), working with the translations of the 13th-century Persian poet Rumi from his book "In the Arms of the Beloved." Join the Poetry Club for full event details through the AI Musical Artist Collective (AIMAC) server on Discord: https://discord.gg/nW2ppn49sm -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On that final day When my casket moves along Do not think my soul will stay in this world for long. Do not weep for me, crying, "Tragedy, tragedy". You will only fall into the snares of delusion... Now that's a tragedy! When you see my lifeless body go by, Do not cry out, "Gone, gone". It is my moment of union. It is when I come upon the eternal embrace of my Beloved. The setting sun becomes the dawn, The rising moon will soon be gone! As I am lowered into the ground Do not say, "Farewell, farewell". For the grave is but a veil covering the splendor of Paradise. Having seen the fall Consider the rise. What harm ever came to the setting Sun or Moon? The setting sun becomes the dawn, The rising moon will soon be gone! What appears to you as a setting is for me a rising. What appears to you as a prison is for my soul an endless garden!