Blow on me
But do blow gently
And I promise to turn to dust
Love me all you want, and then,
Blow,
If you must
Like the dry oleanders
Which are profane now
Remove me from over the epitaph
Hold me close, mourn, pray too,
Then awry me blow,
If you must
Sit still a while
Spread sadness with tears
Let shade usurp the vault
Censure me till you attain nirvana,
Then blow,
If you must
Come visiting by
Again sometime
Let memories guide you on
And with the grass mottling this grave
Blow me away,
If you must
Blow on me
But do blow gently
And I promise to turn to dust
Love me all you want, and then,
Blow,
If you must
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blow on me But do blow gently And I promise to turn to dust Love me all you want, and then, Blow, If you must......................... wonderful imagery.... nicely worded, philosophically embedded..........rgrds/salu