They may come to my tomb
with weeping eyes
and falling drops of 'Iove',
to pray for me
to lay flowers on my tomb,
Really, I don't want your prayers,
I don't want your flowers,
I seek nothing from the sky,
I seek nothing from the clouds,
I seek nothing from the stars,
I never request you to enter me the heaven,
please, just love me and let me live on earth,
beyond the begoted and hypocritical words.
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Yes sir. We should admire the life we live on earth