There, where my ashes as flesh,
And where the thorns remind roses, [bad word] ocean of sufferings,
And where the soul is absolutely empty,

Only one sigh now to me is necessary...
That of ashes would [bad word] 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.