The dying fire

If I let this fire die out I will surely perish,

Alas these final licks of flame I will gladly cherish.

I have failed in duty, and to traverse the snowy mountain pass,

I will shiver until the long sleep takes me, beneath the ocean of stars.

I'm sorry, I will not see you at the end of the way,

I sincerely hope you will not cry and search nor pray.

I have loved and lived my life to full,

It's only right that I pass in a lull.

Do not weep, I go willingly to my forebears,

And I will watch over you, I will wait for you there.