For her it's been a sad few year's
I know for him she cried her tears
When she speaks to say his name
She's always quiet her voice so tame
Cremated he was To Dublin we went
She drove in silence he was a gent
I knew him for a little while
But on my face he put a smile
He came from England his health then fading
In his body the cancer was raiding
His final days In Cork hospital spent
After his cremation to England was sent
She hopes now soon a headstone to put
Where his ashes lay there is no but
The day he died there is no doubt
In her life a light went out
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I would like to translate this poem
A light went out, true. But life and death are just transformation. the soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon nor burned by fire no moistened by water nor withered by the wind. Individual soul is unbreakable insoluble. Soul is everlasting present everywhere n unchangeable immovable and eternally the same.