When I cross the bar

When my time on earth does
To a stop come, brethrens
Do, under a lonely mango tree
Bury my body

Clansmen
When my days are over
Let me with nature uninterrupted live
Able to stretch my arms and legs

Tribe’s mates
When I cross the bar
Let me at peace with nature be
Do not box me and barricade me
No concrete dwelling place wants me
Let nature and me marry

Brethrens
Me want not at war with nature be
Bury me under a mango tree

When I breathe no more

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