Sacrificing The Soul Is Our Job

We hear all the time the voice of divine love from right and left. With the influence of this voice we are ascending to the heavens.
Who has the capacity of watching us? Before coming to this world we were in heaven. We were friends of the angels.
There is our real homeland, and we will return to it. How distant are the pure pearl of the divine and the dirty world of the soil. Without thinking of your honor, you came to this lower world. Pick up your properties and tie up your bur­den. This place is not ours. We have to migrate. The young chance is our friend. Sacrificing the soul is our job. And the head of our caravan is Mustafa, the Prophet, of whom the whole universe is proud. Mustafa, peace and blessings be upon him, is so high a being that the moon did not dare to see his face and split. The fragrance of the wind of this spring comes from his blessed hair. The shining of our imagination comes from his beauty' which reminds us of the newly rising sun.
Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi