I'm going to tell You something that is true
And won't take more than two words to explain -
I'll lie beneath the earth still loving You
And with Your kindness I shall rise again.
If I've been dead for twenty years or so
And you, believing the love gone long ago,
Should stir my dust and say "Whose grave is this?"
"How is my love?" will echo from below.
His absence is the knife that cuts your throat?
Let no one glimpse the blood-stains on your coat;
Weep, but in weeping let no listener hear;
Burn, but in burning let no smoke appear.
For men and women soon the day draws near
When dreading Judgement they'll grow pale with fear;
Bravely I'll show your beauty then and say
"I Must be judged on this, my life is here."
- Abu Sa'id Abul Khayr, transl. by Dick Davis