When I Die

When I die, do not consign me to fire,
do not scatter my ashes under breaths of prayer.
Myriads of my being that I once was, to drift aimless 
carried by winds to places whither.

When I die, make me a bed of soft Earth and lay me down gentle. 
Cover me with blanket of moss and tuck me in with soft pebbles.
On my heart plant a Peepul.
Sing me a song and let me sleep, remember me with smiles and not weep.

As slowly I turn to dirt; to be one with the Earth,

to rise again from death to birth.

My arms be branches, my blood be sap,

the endless sky let my mind envelop.

A thousand thoughts be fluttering leaves.

Fruits for birds, shadow for beasts.

I was never a traveller, don't let me wander the sky.
A tree I shall always be, 
for now and all eternity.