[~ Bikhre Lamhe ~]

I'm going far away, to another place,
People are gloomy,
They bring flowers to adorn my grave,
All of their faces clammy,
With tears and perspiration,
Dressed in white,

I look from above and feel immensely sad.
How can my people do this to me?
How can they spoil my happiest moment?
I wonder indignantly.

I wanna run through the door,
And meet all the people I wanted to meet.
All the people I was always fascinated with,
I wanna ask them about their thoughts and ideas,
How they feel about their life, after death.

Skate on the rings of Saturn,
Sink in deep oceans, never to return.

I wanna look over my near and dear,
Observe who really mourned me,
And who rejoiced my eternal sleep,
I wanna cry over others' pain,
Without being irritated by worried eyes.

I am moving to another world,
Much bigger than this one,
Much more beautiful,
Rejoice, distribute sweets,
My sincere and heartfelt request,
To all people concerned,
Please don't cry at my funeral