School your will to be mortality's friend.
The world will loosen its grip and grow dim.
Detachment mimics that most certain end.
So take the poison to fortify your vim.
School your will to be mortality's friend.
Repudiate your cravings and turn away
They are swiftly gone. Nothing can be kept.
Die before death is what the Sufis say.
Then you are released as if time slept.
School your will to be mortality's friend.