The eagle of death is above my head
It's talons on my face
Flesh pulled to shred
Give up, don't breathe anymore
I will release you from this world
I scream to be heard
This is my world
Don't cut my cord
That bargaining is fruitless
Shut up, it's time to travel
Your heirs are all waiting
Time to be dead
Acquaintances are all aware
I was it's prisoner
I couldn't change it's mind
I saw a commotion behind me
I asked,
Do they not know I am dead?
Their cries and moans are not for you
This dispute is over your property
Your death is sweet to them
They cry over the division of your expense
You were drunk with this world
Nourished thoughts of gold
You did not offer
A hand to the poor
Let's go!
The shroud is ready
No water is satisfied to wash you
No soil is receptive to your sleep
It is better to burn
Smoke in the sky
Leave this scene
To the galaxy
In your absence
Your heirs will be happy
They will take their piece
The soil will not cry
Flowers will grow
And a pleasant smell
Will take over the world.
B. Ghashghaee
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