I'm sorry for not being there having this total absence of my presence, extending my firm apologies and regrets on that I could not make it, pass the chance to be with and cherish the various things we all fully love.
Pardon this rude total absence of not being there, giving regrets about not there seated among; knowing I have tried, falling short of that goal, yet ask all my friends to fill the void and carry on.
I do thank you for the wonderful flowers, despite not being able only to capture my vision of their beauty: now being here resting in this state, my natural senses can't smell their scents.
I want you to give my love and best wishes to all my friends, including my immediate family; wipe all those fallen tears; exchange all them with memories of happiness, replacing greater hopes.
I lie here, absent from the activities about me; finding this empty state of absolute solitude in a coffin trap: found still and lifeless, without no movements, can't move my fleshly body at all.
My spirit, I do behold, floats high in free air and hovers above; watching all things constantly done by friends and close family: drifting it over my endeared beloved ones, spreading joy to those I've left behind in life.
I learned one thing that is for sure: complaining doesn't help; accept what's in your life now, pertaining to your state of living, and appreciate it: endure those conditions because you could be worse, be thankful for whatever you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem