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Unadorned Let me leave this temporal sky Unadorned, unmourned, unwept; Let no tears drip from cherished eyes, Let no heart grieve for the bereaved; Let no grief assail any face, But the lovely chants of the Lord Resound in every ear apace, And His name be on every lip; Let me part from this worldly place Unadorned, in simple attires, Decked with some flowers on the face, Like the commonest of mortals; Let me depart from this dull sphere With delightful smiles on the face With composure and with no fear And name of the Lord in the heart; Unadorned, let my ash be spread At sea, between the north and east, Where the rays of the rising sun On the horizon makes their feast; Unadorned, let but plain rituals Be carried out for the bereaved, As death is the end of one`s strife And the beginning of new life; Unadorned, unmourned, unwept, Let my grave lie under the sky; Let no dear one mourn the bereaved As I`m soaring up very high. Beyond the temporal body Ever lies the eternal soul, That saints and sages do reckon To integrate the divine whole; Adorned or unadorned, the soul No pandemic can just subdue And neither tempests, nor weapons Can destroy or alter its hue.
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