If I leave earth, I wish to leave saying
To the world: ‘I have no sorrow in mind.’
‘No sorrow I have’—writing these words and
Wreathing them in mind, I will leave quietly
Feeling the warmth of peace on my body.
I have seen Rose; its thorn hasn’t got shelter
Into my mind. Being a fish, I have swum
In the unfathomable youth; age and
Decay have never touched my soul. Winter
Has retreated; then the cuckoos have sung
The song of flowers throughout my existence.
If I go back, I wish to go saying,
‘True and beautiful is this love-cottage
In the desert of life. Beautiful are
Night’s moonlight, Day’s civilization, child’s
Bright face,mother’s honey-call, beloved’s sweet
Words and the noise of lives on this green earth.
