"After my death"

I am dead and I see from heaven,
The swelling face of a fair girl,
of this worldly Inn.

Tears run down her cheeks,
and she weeps for weeks and weeks.
Everyday in dead of night,
when everything is out of sight.

She does get up from her bed and she walks,
leaving her life maid laid.
She does look very quite and calm,
Walking with a burning candle on her palm.

She does reach to my tomb and cried,
not to drop a tear, she tried.
It dropped on my Chest,
God! Help me, I was suppressed.

Then a shadow appears from the grave,
hold her arm and says her to be brave.

"I am dead and yet I am glad,
For God's sake don't be mad.
You have duties in this world,
be cheerful and sing like a bird.

"You have still freshness of rose,
Don’t let it loose and be morose.
Get up from this wielded mourn,
Because tomorrow is yours"