Burried In Another Unreal YOU

That which thou art sowing will produce naught but thorns; and (if) thou fly in this (worldly) direction thou wilt find there no room to fly (beyond).
Get the seed from me, that it may yield a (good) crop; fly with my wings, that the arrow may speed Yonder.
(If) thou dost not recognise the necessity and (real) existence of that (flight to God), yet in the end thou wilt confess that it was necessary.
He (the prophet) is thou, but not this (unreal) “thou”: (he is) that “thou” which in the end is conscious of escape (from the world of illusion).
Thy last (unreal) “thou” has come to thy first (real) “thou” to receive admonition and gifts. Thy (real) “thou” is buried in another (unreal “thou”):
I am the (devoted) slave of a man who thus (truly) sees himself.
That which the youth sees in the mirror the Elder sees beforehand in the (crude iron) brick.

The Masnawi - Volume 6, 3775