1. And I do not care when I become a corpse
Whether I am honored or neglected or the wolf takes me as prey

2. And what is said about me or prepared for my funeral
For no eye has seen me and no ear has heard

3. And if I remain under the soil, even the soil underneath
Has peoples and cities that have forgotten grief

4. We search the depths for them and for long
Cities have appeared to us with cities concealed within

5. Perhaps those who come from creation after us
Will ask who we were and who we are