He will point it out with his finger to his brethren—
‘See, a dead man has been forgotten,
His rigid mouth kisses a melatti flower:
Come, let us take him up to heaven,
Him who has waited for Adinda, till he died,
Surely, he may not stay behind alone,
Whose heart had the strength to love so much,’
Then my rigid mouth shall open once more.
To call Adinda whom my heart loves,
I will kiss the melatti once more,