Chapter 52 beauty of death

Let me sleep peacefully, my soul is drunk with the wine of love. Please let me sleep: my soul has had enough of the bitterness of the years. Light censers and wax around my coffin: sprinkle roses and daffodils on me, musk into my hair, perfume my feet, and Read—read, and see what death's hand has written on my forehead. Pray let me drowsy: for this wakefulness wears out my eyes and face. Please play the harp: let the sound of the silver strings ring in my ears. Please blow the flute: Weave a tulle with that sweet tune to cover my heart that is about to stop beating. Sing the dirge, and lay the coffin of my feelings in those charming words, and then look, look, and see the gleam of hope in my eyes.

Wipe away your tears, my friends!Then raised their heads, as at dawn the flowers lift their corollas.Behold, death stands like a beam between my coffin and the sky.Listen with bated breath, and with me you will hear the rustling of its white wings. Come, bid me farewell, my brethren: Kiss my brow—with smiling lips: Kiss my lips with your eyelids; and my eyelids with your lips. Let the children approach my coffin: let them caress my neck with their white and tender hands.Let old men come near and bless me: and stroke my brow with their veiny hands.Let the girl in my neighborhood come near me, and see the image of God in my eyes, and hear the rush of heaven's eternal music in my dying hour.

Ah, I have climbed to the top of the mountain, and my soul roams in the free sky. Ah, I am far away, far away: my brother, the mist has obscured my sight, The hills became hazy; the valleys and ravines were submerged in the silent sea; Forgotten palms wipe away; grasslands and forests are hidden in ever-changing phantoms - the image of Bai The sky is full of floating clouds, yellow like sunshine, red like sunset. Gradually weakened, the waves of the sea.Slowly disappeared, the sound of gurgling water in the field.The noise of the world.The uproar has now become-a silence, and I only hear the eternal song that is in harmony with the will of the soul.

Take off my sackcloth shroud, and cover my body with jasmine and lily petals: Lift my body from the coffin of ivory, and let it lie on orange and lemon blossoms: cry not for me, brethren, but sing a song of youth and joy, daughters of the field, please Don't cry!I would like to invite you to recite the brocade poems of the harvest season. Don't bury my body with sighs and lamentations, but please draw signs of friendship and joy on it with your fingers, don't disturb the tranquility of space with spells and prophecies, but ask your hearts to praise the eternity with me: Don't wear black gauze to mourn me, but please put on white clothes and laugh with me!

Speak not of my passing with sorrow: for if you close your eyes, you shall see that I am among you now, and tomorrow, and I shall be. Please let me lie down among the green branches and green leaves, please lift me up on your shoulders, and walk slowly towards the empty grassland! Don't carry me into the cemetery, because the crowd will make me restless, and the sound of the collision of skeletons will take away the tranquility of my eternal sleep. Please carry me into the pine forest, and dig a grave for me, in that very spot - violets and poppies. Please dig a deep grave for me, lest the torrents wash my bones into the valley.

Please dig a big grave for me, so that the ghosts of the night may sit with me till dawn. Please take off these shrouds and bury me naked on the ground, please take it easy and let me lie quietly on my mother's chest. Please use fine earth to bury my dead body, sprinkle a pinch of earth, and then sprinkle a handful of lily, jasmine and japanese seeds: let these flowers absorb nourishment from my dead body, sprout and grow on my grave, in the air Distribute the fragrance of my heart in the air, and tell the voice of my heart to the sun.These flowers will sway in the wind, reminding passers-by of my ideals and wishes.

Now, brethren, go away from me and leave me here alone. Go, be silent, as silently as in an empty valley. Let me be here alone, and you can leave me and scatter everywhere, just like acacia and apple blossoms scattered all over the place when the spring breeze rises in April. Go home quickly!There you will find that there are some things that even death cannot take from me. Get out of here!The one you seek has left this world far, far away...