It seems like life will be so calm.....
As the calm sea in the setting sun.....
Just after I die.....
Those enigmatic colours will no longer be mysterious then.....
As my eyes will be closed forever.....
But hues of my soul will be disclosed.....
My body will be burnt.....
Burnt and transformed to 'ashes'.....
'ashes' wow light and scatter-able.....
I will return to from where I have come.....
My true 'identity'.....'address' of my soul.....
'home' of thoughts.....'source' of mystery.....
I will be flowing in 'water'.....
I will be blowing with 'breeze'
I will be scattered in 'soils'
and I can then feel the 'skies'
I will return to my true 'identity'.....
From where I have 'come'.....
I will be mingled in 'nature'.....
And I will be a smiling paganist then.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem