Today, 17th December, 736 years ago, a beautiful soul named Jalaluddin Rumi had passed on to the realm he had been longing for - a realm which only a distinct lover like him knew well. It is a date which many Turkish would remember, it is called sheb-el-arus or "The Wedding Night". It was the night when Rumi's soul joyfully united with his Beloved.
When on the day of my death,
they will carry my coffin,
Don't think that my heart has remained in this world.
Don't cry over me, don't say: "Tragedy, tragedy!"
You would be falling into the trap of the demon,
that would be a tragedy.
When seeing my corpse, don't exclaim: "Gone, gone!"
The union and the meeting will be mine then.
When you entrust me to the tomb, don't say: "Adieu, adieu!"
For the tomb hides the union in Paradise from us.
You saw the decline; I find the elevation.
For the moon, for the sun, is their setting harmful?
To you it looks like a sunset; in fact, it is a dawn.
Does the tomb look like a prison to you?
the liberation of the soul.
(Mystic Odes, 911 quoted from Eva de Mitray-Meyerovitch book 'Rumi and Sufism')
O Rumi, may you be happy where you are.
May we join you soon
so we may all be merry for eternity!