Death Is But Sleep, Sleep That Shall Be Prolonged, But Not Frightened When Death Draweth Night,

Say to my friends,when they look upon me dead.

weeping for me and mourning me in sorrow.
Do not believe that this corpse you see is my self

In the name of God,I tell you, its not I ,
I am spirit, and this is naught , but flesh

It was my abide and my garment for a time.
I am treasure, by a talisman kept hid,

Imam Ghazali ( mystic)

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