Coming to terms with death here, translated…
I Will Not Put on the Expensive Suits
Nor Live in that Stay Built with Silence & Cold from the Stone Bricks
Nor Would I Want to Rouse My Friends, or Relatives, No Need for the Ceremonials
No Shrine, No Sadness Nor Sorrows
Just Spared My Ashes Across the Deserted Mountains
Someplace Quiet
I Will be Taking in the Spirits of the Mountains & the Creeks
And be Nourished by the Tree’s Pythoncidere
Soaking Up, in the Scented Mud
Hearing the Birds’ Songs
Quietly, I’d, Left
I Don’t Know Where I’m Headed
the Underground Hell
or the Heavens, High in the Skies
if Karma Exists in that World
Unknowingly
I will, Keep on Blessing You all with Bliss and Good Health
And this, is how this elderly person wants to leave the world, to keep on blessing the ones he’d cared about and loved dear, to be one with the natural world, to return to dust, and this, is how death should be, everything is returned, to the very beginnings, ashes to ashes, and dust, to dust.