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.
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