136. Even with such goodness, what meager gift has fate bestowed! The one you loved so well—you gave your life for their sake alone!
137. If you are truly good, grant me peace before I die. If you withhold that peace, what use are tear-stained flowers after I am gone?
138. Intoxicated with the pursuit of well-being, I keep my distance. Look—today I am thriving in a foreign land! Mother has gone; father's time is drawing near. And I am far away. What kind of life is this?
139. Why do you weep only after death? Why then do you obstruct the wish to live?
140. They think, watching me alive, That my shoulders bear their weight alone! When I die, those very people will ask themselves: Whose shoulders shall we burden now? Such is life! They do not see How much this frame must bear. With eyes shut, they search only for How heavy the load they place on it!
141. Do not search for me in the grave after my death. While I lived, you could have found me at home—if you had looked.
142. After death, they light the pyre—alas, but even in life they burn the pyre; For one whose life is thus consumed, O God, spare them not the debt of hell.
143. Those few tears you shed at the grave's edge— They have found their way entirely into your own heart.
144. Do not weep on the day they lower me into the grave, though you forget yourself; The grave you dig every day—where else would it lead?
145. If you truly love someone, do not kill them before death takes them; The one who dies long before their death—the grave will not claim them anew.
146. One who has endured the agony of death unseen, even before dying— Only their body ascends the pyre when death comes at last.
147. You wear a smile for the world's sake, Yet live your whole life weeping within— When that day comes and you are gone, Keep your false tears locked away.
148. If in life you could not understand what I did for you, Then do not bless me with gratitude's remembrance after I am dead.
149. It would have been better if it happened thus: If the son had died right after the father. If the beloved could watch the dear one living before their eyes, Would anyone then suffer so greatly when it comes time to die?
150. Who remembers whom when we've gone down beneath the grave? Yet living, we speak a thousand such things to each other's face!