To Mother Nature all beings return'
To metamorphose into new form.
Yet, more tears of mine are left to run
For—a soul risen to the ranks of gods
At birth we are inseparable
So my dearest friend 'tis farewell, be
And death for all; inescapable
But like rain, fire or air you'r e'er free
Yet, emotions flame my heart like stove
So—on eternal rock I calv'd your name
And rest it on earth where thou had throve
Same earth your dearest body you gave.
(with a hiss)
With fair songs must I be lighthearted?
Ah! To it that chose your heaven's call,
Surely on hell's mill shall be grated
But heaven must wait for my own call.
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