DEATH

Time cuts short all the noises and quarrels; 
The wolf of death tears into pieces that flock, 
Everybody has a highness in himself, but 
The blow of death strikes every being. (Rubais, 19)

God said: O fickle man! Abandon the people. 
You belong to us, you are our real man...
Become acquainted with us; embellish yourself with our character; 
At the end, a certain night will come round, in which you will be in complete loneliness. (Rubais,2l8)

You became an extremely friend of a soul whose life span is only two days long,
Even the word of "death" does not effect you.
Soul wants to rest; the resting place, in fact, is death itself;
But, despite my efforts your donkey laid itself in the middle of the road and started to sleep.(Rubais, 33)

Every one's death is of the same quality as himself, my lad: to the enemy (of God) an enemy, and to the friend (of God) a friend.
In the eyes of the Turcoman the mirror has a fair colour; similarly in the eyes of the Ethiopian the mirror is (dark as) an Ethiopian.
Your fear of death in fleeing (from it) is (really) your fear of yourself. Take heed, O (dear) soul!
It is your (own) ugly face, not the visage of death: your spirit is like the tree, and death (is like) the leaf.
It has grown from you, whether it is good or evil: every hidden thought of yours, foul or fair, is (born) from yourself. (Mathnawi, II1/3461-65)

If you are a believer and sweet, your death is a believer too. 
But, if you are an unbeliever and bitter, your death is an unbeliever too. (The Stories of the Saints] II/12)

Whoever lives sweetly (pleasantly) dies bitterly (painfully): whoever serves his body does not save his soul. (Mathnawi, 1/2404)

There is a different taste in death for the people of religion and justice;
Pure hearts become tranquillized and secure by death...
Death is not suffering or disgusting but meeting (with God)...
But he who is incorrigible dies every day; this is the thing that matters... (Rubais, 38)

I am both clean and pure, but also turbid... 
I am both a saint and a small child.
If I die, never say 'he died';
Because 1 was dead; now, 
I am resurrected and the true friend (God) took me away... (Rubais, 100)

I am your servant, but only your servant; 
I am servant of your endless mercy, 
O the elixir! He who is restored to life by you, 
Is never afraid of death. (Rubais, 192)

How pure, how sweet, how delicious... 
Are we that we had no souls... 
If our Master does the favor, 
He forgives us; He restores us to life in the way he had done before, (Rubais, 19)