There, where my ashes as flesh,
And where the thorns remind roses,
Where complete ocean of sufferings,
And where the soul is absolutely empty,
Only one sigh now to me is necessary...
That of ashes would become flesh for ever,
Drinks you poison and all sufferings
Will disappear as if a wind
Part of soul my sufferings,
Are to similar particles of dust
By the carried away winds,
And mournful memory of centuries.