Death,
From my life, how many steps have I to walk?
How many steps are left to
Go to your lap?
Death,
You are the extreme truth.
With your touch of compassion
Make my way so smooth.
When from the far I am afraid
then you smiled and gently cared.
You are the mouth of my life's river
But to me you are the source of
My inspiration forever.
Death,
Like love you accept all
Between the limit and un-limit
You stay as wall.
Death
You are the hymn of salvation
Where I shall change my image and shall take part
In HIS new creation.
I get the essence of life
For the call of the extreme
As it comes as death
As it comes as Dream.
My favourite line is Death you're the hymn of salvation - lovely, keep it up.
I get the essence of life For the call of the extreme As it comes as death As it comes as Dream. A lovely write Ruma, many believe sleeping is also a form of death and our soul gets out from our bodies and during the roaming may see many things, that we call dreams, I agree up to the extent that our conscious becomes dormant when we sleep.But may be the conscious, the soul in fact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow that put some thought into me it was-is very meaningful