There is no king, no queen, no beggar, no child, nobody old.
There is no need of diamonds and insignificant are the ornaments of gold.
The ashes know the same, speak the same and by losing everything we gain everything only through death.
We attain the same place and the same ground, all together and everything around on this bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem