M6:775 — این گلوی مرگ از نعره گرفت / طبل او بشکافت از ضرب شگفت

This couplet personifies Death as a town crier or a drummer, desperately trying to get a person's attention. The imagery is one of extreme, sustained effort: Death's throat is raw from shouting, and its drum has burst from being beaten so relentlessly. Rumi uses this hyperbole to dramatize a spiritual tragedy: the warnings of mortality are not subtle whispers but a constant, deafening roar that we manage to ignore until the very end.

The surrounding verses describe a person's deathbed confession. They admit to having been deaf to God's counsel (M6:771) and preoccupied with worldly crafts instead of remembering their end (M6:772). This couplet, M6:775, is the climax of that realization. It's not that Death has just arrived; it's that its voice, hoarse and exhausted, is finally being heard. The point is a critique of heedlessness (ghaflat). The spiritual path, as framed by the section's title—"Die before you die"—is about learning to hear this drumbeat long before it becomes the final, unavoidable summons.