• In the mourning,
    When I have gone departed,
    Weep not for me.

    Drop, for me, no tears.
    Waste not the time of day
    Drowning in regretful gloom.

    Do not look outwardly in
    Upon a lifeless drone that once
    Gave laugh and did cry.

    For you will vain find naught
    The true essence
    That once housed the true being.

    For have not I
    Done what must be done?
    Have I not finished my mortal course?

    Submerged in the Body,
    Hope lies beyond departure.
    There shall I await at the finish.