Separation

The blizzard has set, but I'm safe,
In the cosy comfort of the coffin,
My jejune lungs need no air.

    My body is still,
My soul is floating, floating, floating,
    My body is wet , it is soaked in tears
My dear wife shed her tears in vain.

My soul has a boom
Upward to the clouds it moves,
The priest's words are lost in the blizzard.

    My body lies among the empty sepulchre,
    Barrowed by time, unknown to people,
    Oh! my graveyard comrades have left for ever.

Call the priests and tell them the fact,
All the burial chambers are empty, except mine.
My body laments in disgust.

    The rites are over, the priests have left,
    A pleasant aroma of the soil fills my body,  
    Yet I feel terribly lonely, no companions!

My soul has flown looking up the canopy,
The moon, the innumerable stars he sees,
But my body wails in darkness.

     The priests enjoys the wassail somewhere
     Wishing final rest to my soul with God
     But they forgot my body under the sand.
The callow soul floats and floats
The chariot of time may carry it to heaven
Now like a speck of cotton it floats.

    Separation is terrible, my body lost connection
     With my soul who searches Jesus.
And my body laments alone, alone.....