Your Breath

Lesson 346: Your Breath

I have died, time and time again,
and Your breath has always revived me.
If I die in You a thousand times more,
I will die in the same way.
I was scattered like dust, and then You gathered me;
And how can I die scattered before Your gatheredness?
Like the child that dies at its mother's breast,
I will die at the breast
Of the mercy and the bounty of the All-Merciful.
What am I saying? How could the Lover ever die?

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

(Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi)