A dried hay survives longer than a short-lived maple leaf,
A genuinely talented and outstanding in his sophistication,
He has always been vigilant over all trivial things,
He was great, like a rising sun all through,
In the meadow, upholding a separate world of beauty,
As a heavenly attitude alongside life and death.
He was a man of truth, ideal and cosmopolitan outlook,
In the wake of living like the utmost chirping of birds,
In the dawn and all day long, crossing by day and night,
His spiritual soul must remain in peace and tranquillity,
Over and above the powerful things hereinafter,
Having chivalrous attitudes in life, he passed.
It is arduous to pass over the universal beam
Glittered from the sun everlasting his works,
All the time flourishing and influencing underneath the medow,
Tresspassing all old and far off things intoning.
