On His Gravestone — Epitaph.

On my headstone let it be said

In words composed, engraved,blessed;

Purged of breaths, longings, wishes

Vacancy at long last has come

To support him another, most looked for home

Without wines and fine dishes

Be that as it may, plant him a bloom of word

On this heavenly stones he

A while later may get his Lord

In verse of what needs yet be

In this way, let each heart welcome him still

For here falsehoods his body voluntarily

In any case, look for him inside his journal

His spirits lives in endlessness.