Dig not
It is one's own perception
And projects his vision
Bo one dig's one's own grave
Unless braves for evil and behaves
No one does it
Someone else does it
With ach inch you are remembered
Or condemned
If you were good enough
People with cry and cough
With slow whispers and remark
"Nice soul departed" with sobbing words"
People shall spread rosy bed sheet
Scatter rose buds and meet
Your soul with earnest prayers
This is what you have earned as passenger
People shall spread rosy bed sheet Scatter rose buds and meet Your soul with earnest prayers This is what you have earned as passenger
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I would like to translate this poem
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