hide my grave in a cedar grove
or strew my ashes in a swamp
near to the oak the owls haunt
these are the places that I loved
hide me away from worldly worry
in the wild where creatures scurry
and if no one will tread that way
that is the place I want to stay
I am a man who had few friends
and I prefer it stay that way
if there is a grotto dark as hell
that is my shrine and my farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem