Rumi: Book of Shams: Poem # 636
Die, die, die in this love — as you die in this love, you will receive soul.
Die, die, have no fear of this death — rise up from this dust, receive heavens.
Die, die, let go of this self — this self is like shackles, and you are like captives.
Grab a pick, dig a hole in prison — as you break prison, you are king and ruler.
Die, die, for this beautiful king — as you die for this king, you are king and vizier.
Die, die, rise up from this cloud — as you rise up from this cloud, you are all bright moon.
You are silent, silence is near death — because of this life, you escape from silence.