In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep. <br />He said, 'This world is like a closed coffin, in which <br />We are shut and in which, through our ignorance, <br />We spend our lives in folly and desolation. <br />When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin, <br />Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity, <br />But those without will remain locked in the coffin. <br />So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off, <br />Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God; <br />Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers.'<br /><br />Farīd ud-Dīn Attar Abū Hamīd bin Abū Bakr Ibrāhī<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-dead-of-night-5/
