Belovèd, when my spirit has departed,
Lose no tears for me;
For, where I linger, there is peace,
And I am bathed in lasting day.

Where all earthly sorrow has faded,
Your image will not leave me
And for the soothing of your wounds,
For your pain, will be my prayer.

Peace flutters its Seraph's wings
Over the wider nocturnal world.
So, think no more of my burial mound:
For, it is from stars that I greet you.

Translation by: David Paley