Better not chase after me or scramble for my trail; don't even look toward the place where I am.
My companions, have mercy on your own lives: don't breathe in the scent of the flower that springs from our dust.
Explanation: The flower growing from the poet's dust is a classic image of what remains after death; its scent carries a warning rather than mere beauty.
Original · Persian
شمارهٔ ۸
دنبال من آن به که تکاپو نکنید
وآنجا که منم نگه به آن سو نکنید
ای همنفسان به جان خود رحم کنید
آن گل که ز خاک ما دمد بو نکنید