To whomever’s eyes are laid here
May a million falling stars bless thy skies
Appendixed by a thousand four-leaf clovers
Found beneath the rainbow’s end,
For drenched upon these pillows are the tears
Of our joys and sorrows, loves and strongest fears.
To whomever’s eyes mirror these
Please let the whole earth see their beauty.
Divide these feathers among the winds
To carry, be the chariot racing,
Earn the right of eternal freedom:
Make this your burden of care.
To whomever’s eyes close before
This world has finished all her tortures
Shut them not calmly to end this bitter fight
But pray to admonish a drunken god’s words,
“The earth revolves around every man
who knows no boundaries.”