Khezr sought companionship with one whose mind
Was set on God alone. The man declined
And said to Khezr: ‘we two could not be friends,
For our existence have different ends.
The water of immortal life is yours,
And you must always live; life is your cause
As death is mine – you wish to live, whilst I
Impatiently prepare myself to die;
I leave you as a quick bird avoids the snare,
To soar up the free, untrammelled air’.

-'Attar