Last Words On Earth

If I leave earth, I wish to leave saying it to the whole world: ‘I have no sorrow in mind.' ‘No sorrow I have'—writing these words and wreathing them in mind, I wish to leave silently feeling the warmth of happiness on my body. I have seen Rose; its thorn has not got shelter into my mind. Being a Chital fish, I have swum in the unfathomable youth; age and decay have never been able to touch my soul. Winter has retreated; cuckoos have started singing the song of flowers throughout my existence. If I go back, I wish to go saying it: ‘True and beautiful is the muddy hut made with affection on the desert of life. True and beautiful are Night's moonlight, Day's civilization, mother's honey-call, child's face and beloved's sweet words.'