Mourn no more when by death am I outrun,
When I leave this vain world swarming with woes,
Let me go as goes a passing season,
Try say goodbye to my soul as it goes.
Quiet a leaf's born, gets brown on its way,
Man alone seems needlessly noisiest
When born one uneventful solar day;
Let me not go like a grumbling guest—
And so if ye happen to read these lines,
Life-less when I lie to disintegrate,
Let there be left none of those telltale signs,
Let lingering memories dissipate;
If choose ye must between me and my pen,
Love the labour of my love if ye can.
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This sonnet talks about how its creator wishes to die— like a passing season that goes, no fuss. If at all, love and remember his poems, more than him.
Disintegrate: Indic philosophy says: universe is made of five fundamental elements, as are mortal bodies: earth, water, air, fire, and space. On death bodies disintegrate back to these five elements.
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Sonnets | 12.11.08 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a great philosophical poem on love, life and work having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing. Top marks.
I am so glad you dug out this 2008 piece that had attracted no comments so far. And thank you to appreciate it. I always feel we should get the score of number of hits to the poem. Many may read a poem, but only a few right comments. You may let me know how you feel.