My body it lies within this grave
My flesh it is rotten, and so decayed
I do not lie here, my spirit has flown
I have been transported to another home
Beyond the stars, beyond outer space
My spirit now it takes it's place
Within the realm of happiness
Where good souls now they take a rest
On cotton wool clouds we sit and stare
Down on the world, that we once shared
We have no burdens, to bring us woe
Our spirit has a healthy glow
This place is known by the chosen ones
Who with death they have succumbed
Taken away to a higher plain
Never to walk on earth again
Transported to to this place so nice
Mere mortals call it paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amusing if not a little vicarious