I have only a single pray :
In the evening serenity
To let me go away
At the sea’s periphery ;
My slumber to be gentle,
The forest to be by,
On the vast water,
To have a clear sky.
For flags, I have no need,
Nor for a rich tomb,
Just made me a bed,
Out of limbs so young.

And nobody should waste
No teardrop for my lost,
Just the autumn should speak
From the withered dust.
Meantime with noises
Springs keep falling
The moon is passing
On the top of mountains.
The bell should enter
In the evening cold wind,
The sacred lime from over,
Should shake its limb.

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