Kiss my spirit with yours. Give me the kiss of hope, and don’t spill a drop of bitter grief on my body, lest the grasses and flowers be prevented from imbibing my elements. Don’t pour tears of misery on my hand, for they will grow into thorns above my grave. Don’t inscribe on my brow a single line with the sighs of mourning, for the dawn breeze will pass by and read it, and will not carry the dust of my bones to verdant meadows.... I loved you in life, my child, and I will love you in death. My spirit will stay near to protect and safeguard you.”
