Such great pain he had endured... A hundred pyres blazed within his heart, pyre upon pyre merged today— all suffering found its peace at last.
Life's endless cremation ground has become the crematory's ash, the heart's infinite anguish has drowned and died in the sea.
Though a thousand tender touches could not quench that soul's pain, today the pyre's flames extinguished it without rain!
All that ceaseless burning, day and night it gave him pain; today he rests at last, peace has come to dwell again.
Why weep any longer then? Why call out with sky-splitting cries? Where he has gone wandering, he dwells in joy... let him lie!