I Am Lying On The Pyre!

I am lying on the pyre A minute away from the fire All things ready along with wood In grudge across the river water increased The last relative comes late and sees my face Forget all in grief to cover my chest Where lay the thousand wounds For which I died a hundred deaths. This is my last hope and honor so I cried Oh cruel! Take away all but keep wounds secret Respect my last right and please cover my chest! The fire knows the taste of burning The salt knows the taste of pinching I know both as I got burning wounds Oh clown! Don't shed too much tears Never ever try to douse the flaming fire As the fire will end my pain forever The Water is waiting for me in the river Strike the stick of the box, I can not wait Let the wounds burn secretly of my chest Oh buffoon! This is my last appeal please respect