Taras willed it and I have the right
To tend to the body while I am alive.
It became the carrier of God’s plan,
Molded from dust it received the soul,
Into a peculiar earthly vessel for her.

The crematorium fire will simplify the rites,
Without ceremonies it will gather into ash
What they once called Michael,
So they may bury him with his beloved in an urn
When the parting from the dear ones comes.

In the embrace of the one the Lord has given,
A generator of good and meaningful inspirations,
Planet-Mama will receive us forever
In one place and on the same day,
And the Father will meet us in the starry temples
Under the choirs of heavenly songs.