When weakness made Bilal grow as thin like the new moon, the colour of death fell on his face. His wife saw him in this state and cried, “O’ Sorrow!” Then Bilal said to her, “No, no! Say, ‘O joy!’ Until now living has caused me pain and suffering: how should you know how delightful the death is, and what it is in reality?” Bilal’s wife said to him, “This is the separation, o’ man of fine qualities.
↧