The final step
Someday, lone shall I lie,
Gazing at the starry sky,
Flanked by the shady trees,
And fondled by the cool breeze.
Blossoms shall adorn my grave,
Nothing more my heart shall crave,
Moon beams will linger on me,
Though still and cold I shall be.
No more dreams to dwell on,
Nor any dreams to bank upon,
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain,
Not even my memory shall remain.
As before, the sun shall shine,
Then shall come the rain,
But my heart shall bear no pain
Nor leave anything, that is mine.
May there be none to wipe a tear,
For sorrows no more need I bear,
And only peace shall in me surge,
Nature! When with Ye, I merge.