Transmigration of soul
I passed through solid and rose as plant,
Emerged as animal when I died off plant,
When died as animal, I became a man,
What fears me did by dying I degraded than?
When I die as man, hence once again,
I'll grew wings of angels, never refrain,
Yet, no one is but God in immortal mood,
I should leave it; angels do not live for good,
Once more I flee the angel's abide,
To be where illusions never reside,
Thus I will die and die to be,
Return to God; melodiously He tells to me,
poem by Amir Khosro Alai
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