On his death
It was our suffering
and our tears
that nourished and kept him alive
their law that killed him
Let no dirges be sung
no shrines be raised
to burden his memory
sages such as he
need no tombstones
to speak their fame
Lay him down on a high mountain
that he may look
on the land he loved
the nation for which he died
Men feared the fire of his soul
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