Epitaph

I When I breathe my last and my soul finds its path back to whence it came and my lifeless body is lowered beneath the earth to my resting place and a stone is set over me encrusted with endearing evocations, I shall not tarry one more Night; even though the mourners mourn beyond consolation and in spite of all those forlorn tears, I shall depart still… Weep not for me, I go in peace. II When you pass by my tomb, do not cast a scornful gaze at me I was fair to all: the rich and the poor I served from the same cup I withheld not a penny of the weak, nor did I seek to inveigle into my neighbour’s wife or chattel; nor chased the needy away from my doorstep… Do not inveigh against me, the labourer deserves his wages; and so did I… I await my judgement day.