When I die, bury me at sea So there will not be an obligation To water my grave, and sprinkle petals on it Or, the need to worry what people will think of how my grave was hardly visited... Life goes on for the living Time has stopped for the dead... When I die, I only hope to live in memories of those who want to remember me. Say a prayer for me whenever they pray Not only, on the eve of Eidul Fitri, throng the cemeteries out of guilt That the dead was abandoned for 364 of the 365 days in their year... No forced tears to be shed No need for silent contemplation as they sat about the stones that marked the place of my decayed remains When I have become one with the earth from whence I came...