On my hand I carried a pen.
I want to write in black and white.
on a paper sheet like leather.
of a white camel from the desert.
When the wind blows, the edges wave.
We lost someone who was bright.
who made his people shine and bright.
He has gone with farewells.
Green covered his head.
And flora spread to his chest.
Fragrance diffuses into his body.
He is regarded as a saint by the people.
I wish him a safe arrival.
to his beautiful green grave.