CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.
Soul, to its place on high! ........ gone, gone forever, the body is not there, no more, as withered leaves lying on the ground, as like evaporation after some days there will be nothing but some bones; before the tomb with beautiful flowers bouquet feel I nothing but thy soul on high place....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such touching words and yet so simple, we can feel the emotions here, an excellent Dirge deserves 5 Stars Full and to my Favourites!