O father...
How can I lay you in your grave I beg you tell me..!

How can I pour the soil on the chest which used to embrace me?

How can I pour the soil on the eyes which used to look after me?

How can I pour the soil on the face which used to smile to me?

How can I pour the soil on the hands which used to stroke my head?

Now looking at you with eyes full of tears …
With a heart full of grief and sorrow I wonder
Am I not going to see you again, O father?

If so, then may I keep that last glance of you and close my eyes …
So it remains in my eyes … and never goes…