How many tears will there be
When I’m no more?
How many heads will be bent
When I’m gone?
How many eyes will turn red
When I cease in breath?
How many throats will go sour
Should I cease to move?
As I’ll lie, eyes closed
Yet looking heaven-wards
Ears and nostrils open wide
Yet, to the slightest sensation, closed
Mourning hearts: many or just few
Matters but much
Far more cherished than these
Is one honest mourner
What then will be my fate
When there still lacks
This one grieving heart?
How peaceful my soul will be!
