No fall to earth, no plaintive cry.
No false regrets. No ending sigh.
No stab, no arrow and no shot.
All of these things were not her lot.
No accusation of who’s to blame.
No faulty party here to name.
Let mourners mourn if mourn they must,
reduce her body into dust.
They do it all to no avail,
She sees no tears. She hears no wail.
I fear your mourning goes too slow.
Only her body remains below,
for she departed long ago
to melt into that greater flow.
For her, all mortal customs cease,
so let her mourners rest in peace.